So, without me, you go away.
And though, if the truth were known,
I’d rather you’d decide to stay
Or let me come, than be alone,
Remember both that we are two,
And that, if you should go away,
I’m no more me than you are you.
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So, without me, you go away.
And though, if the truth were known,
I’d rather you’d decide to stay
Or let me come, than be alone,
Remember both that we are two,
And that, if you should go away,
I’m no more me than you are you.