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The Last Thing On My Mind

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 05.06.2012

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;

Are you going away with no word of farewell,
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better,
I didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind;

You've got reasons a-plenty for going,
This I know, this I know,
And the weeks have been steadily growing,
Please don't go, please don't go;

Are you going away with no word of farewell,
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better,
I didn't mean to be unkind,
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;

Are you going away with no word of farewell,
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better,
I didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind;

Are you going away with no word of farewell,
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better,
I didn't mean to be unkind,
You know that was the last thing on my mind.


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