It's a lesson too late for the learning
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Made of sand, made of sand
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In the wink of an eye my soul is turning
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In your hand, in your hand.
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Are you going away with no word of farewell,
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Will there be not a trace left behind ?
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I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
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You know that was the last thing on my mind.
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You've got reasons a-plenty for going,
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This I know, this I know.
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For the weeds have been steadily growing,
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Please don't go, please don't go.
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Are you going away with no word of farewell,
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Will there be not a trace left behind ?
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I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind,
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You know that was the last thing on my mind.
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As I lie in my bed in the mornin'
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Without you, without you.
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Every song in my breast dies a born-in
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Without you, without you.
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Are you going away with no word of farewell,
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Will there be not a trace left behind ?
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I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
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You know that was the last thing on my mind.
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The Last Thing on My Mind
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Marianne Faithfull |