Intro: A D A D A E A
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It's a lesson too late for the learnin', made of sand, made of sand,
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In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin', in your hand, in your hand.
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Are you going away with no word of farewell, will there be not a trace left behind?
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Well, 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 goin', this I know, this I know.
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For the weeds have been steadily growin', please don't go, please don't go.
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Are you going away with no word of farewell, will there be not a trace left behind?
A D A
Well, 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 know that was the last thing on my mind. (Slowing)