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It's a  
[G]lesson too  
[C]late for the  
[G]learning,  
[C] 

made of  
[G]sand,  
[D7]made of  
[G]sand.  
[D7] 

In the  
[G]wink of an  
[C]eye my soul is  
[G]turning  
[C] 

In your  
[G]hand,  
[D7]in your  
[G]hand. 

Are you  
[D7]going away with no  
[C]word of fare 
[G]well, 

Will there be not a trace left be 
[D7]hind? 

Well I  
[G]could have loved you  
[C]better, 

Didn't  
[G]mean to be unkind, 

You know that was the  
[D7]last thing on my  
[G]mind.  
[D7] 

You've got  
[G]reasons a 
[C]plenty for  
[G]going.  
[C] 

This I  
[G]know,  
[D7]this I  
[G]know.  
[D7] 

For the  
[G]weeds have been  
[C]steadily  
[G]growing.  
[C] 

Please don't  
[G]go,  
[D7]please don't  
[G]go. 

Are you  
[D7]going away with no  
[C]word of fare 
[G]well, 

Will there be not a trace left be 
[D7]hind? 

Well I  
[G]could have loved you  
[C]better, 

Didn't  
[G]mean to be unkind, 

You know that was the  
[D7]last thing on my  
[G]mind.  
[D7] 

As I  
[G]lie here in  
[C]bed in the  
[G]morning  
[C] 

without  
[G]you,  
[D7]without  
[G]you.  
[D7] 

Each  
[G]song in my  
[C]breast dies a 
[G]borning  
[C] 

without  
[G]you,  
[D7]without  
[G]you. 

Are you  
[D7]going away with no  
[C]word of fare 
[G]well, 

Will there be not a trace left be 
[D7]hind? 

Well I  
[G]could have loved you  
[C]better, 

Didn't  
[G]mean to be unkind, 

You know that was the  
[D7]last thing on my  
[G]mind.  
[D7] 

As I  
[G]walk down the  
[C]street the subway's  
[G]rumbling  
[C] 

Under 
[G]ground,  
[D7]under 
[G]ground  
[D7] 

While the  
[G]thoughts in my  
[C]head they're a 
[G]tumbling  
[C] 

Round and  
[G]round,  
[D7]round and  
[G]round. 

Are you  
[D7]going away with no  
[C]word of fare 
[G]well, 

Will there be not a trace left be 
[D7]hind? 

Well I  
[G]could have loved you  
[C]better, 

Didn't  
[G]mean to be unkind, 

You know that was the  
[D7]last thing on my  
[G]mind.