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G C G It's a lesson too late for the learning, C G D G Made of sand, made of sand. G C G In the wink of an eye my soul is turning, C G D G In your hand, in your hand. D C G Are you going away with no word of farewell, C G D Will there be not a trace left behind? G C I could have loved you better, G Didn't mean to be unkind. D G 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.
D C G Are you going away with no word of farewell, C G D Will there be not a trace left behind? G C I could have loved you better, G Didn't mean to be unkind. D G You know that was the last thing on my mind.
Written by Tom Paxton
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