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Joe Dassin

The last thing on my mind


 
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
For the weeds 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 place 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 I ley in my bed every morning
Without you, without you
Every song in my breast dies aborning 
Without you, without you 
 
Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a place 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