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Sandy Denny
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The Last Thing On My MindMeð því að: Sandy Denny |
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Sandy Denny » The Last Thing On My Mind |
It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand
In the winking of an eye my soul is turning
In your hand, in your hand.
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Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better
Didn't mean to be unkind
But you know that was the last thing on my mind.
You had reasons 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 we walk, my thoughts are a-tumbling
Round and round, round and round
And the subway beneath my feet is a-rumbling
Underground, underground
(chorus)
As i lie in my bed in the morning
Without you, without you.
Every song in my breast dies a-borning
Without you, without you.
(chorus)
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