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Lesson for the Learning

It’s a lesson too late for the learning,
Made of sand, made of sand.
In the wink of an eye my soul is burning,
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,
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.
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 heart dies a-burning,
Without you, without you.

(Chorus)