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1. It's a lesson too late for the learning,
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Made of sand, made of sand.
G C G
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning,
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In your hand, in your hand.
D C G
R: Are you going away with no word of farewell?
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Will there be not a trace left behind?
G C G
Well, I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind,
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You know, that was the last thing on my mind.
G C G
2. As we walk all my thoughts are a-tumbling,
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'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round.
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Underneath our feet the subway's rumbling,
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Underground, underground.
R:
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3. You've got reasons a-plenty for going,
C G/D G
This I know, this I know.
G C G
For the weeds have been steadily growing,
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Please don't go, please don't go.
R:
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4. As I lie in my bed every morning,
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Without you, without you,
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Each song in my breast dies a-borning,
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Without y
