it's a lesson
too late for the learning
made of sand, made of sand

in the wink
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.
well I could have loved you better
I didn't mean to be unkind
you know, that was the last thing on my mind

you 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 

 

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