Title: On My Mind

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It's a lesson too late for the learnin' 

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 words 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 aplenty for going 

This I know, this I know 

For the weeds 

Have been steadily growin' 

Please don't go, please don't go 



Are you going away 

With no words 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.