It’s a lesson too late for the learnin’ Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin’ In your hand, in your hand. 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 … Continue reading The Last Thing on my Mind
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