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.



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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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