The Last Thing On My Mind

	  		
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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,   
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Didn't mean to be unkind.    
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You know that was the last thing on my mind.  
  
   
As we walk on, my thoughts are a-tumbling,    
Round and round, round and round.    
Underneath our feet the subway's rumbling,    
Underground, underground.    
   
Chorus  
   
You've got reasons a-plenty for going,    
This I know, this I know.    
For the weeds have been steadily growing.    
Please don't go, please don't go.   
   

Chorus  

As I lie in my bed in the morning  
Without you, without you,  
Each song in my breast dies a-borning,  
Without you, without you.  

Chorus  
   
You know that was the last thing on my mind.