It's a lesson too late for the learning Made of sand, made of sand In the winking of an eye my soul is turning In your hand, in your hand.
Chorus: Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better Didn't mean to be unkind But you know that was the last thing on my mind. You had reasons plenty for going This I know, this I know. For the weeds have been steadily growing Please don't go, please don't go.
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As we walk, my thoughts are a-tumbling Round and round, round and round And the subway beneath my feet is a-rumbling Underground, underground
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As I lie in my bed in the morning Without you, without you. Every song in my breast dies a-borning Without you, without you.
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