I've picked this scab once more How happy you've grown to be The roller coaster, the go-around Anything but how happy you've grown to be
Without me, without me, without me Without me, without me, without me
I'm the shadow, I'm the liar And I can't stand to see you happy without me 'Cause there you're standing high noon With your sun in full bloom So very happy to finally be...
Without me, without me, without me Without me, without me, without me
Maybe I'm the one at high noon Maybe I'm the one at full bloom
Without you, without you, without you Without you, without you, without you
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