It's a lesson too late for the learning made of sand made of sand
Are you going away with no word of farewell
And will there be not a trace left behind
And in the wink of an eye my soul is turning in your hand in your hand You know that was the last thing on my mind
I could have loved you better I didn't mean to be unkind
You got reasons of plenty for going this I know this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growing please don't go please don't go
( guitar )
Are you going away.
Are you going away.
You know that was the last thing on my mind.
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