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Without You


Without you
The stroll is just a walk
The conversation is just a talk
Why do I stare into empty spaces?
Why do I keep making straight faces?
When you’re not there by my side
All my smiles have been dried
Come on now you!
What would I do without you?

Without you
The songs are just a sound
The stage is just the ground
Why would I dance in the silence?
Why would I take any offense?
All my moves have been lost
I need you here at any cost
Come on now you!
What would I do without you?

You know it’s strange
that I love you
And you got no clue
that I really do
Even if you do,
or even if you care;
Whether you’re blushin’ crazy
or whether you’re scared
you’d rule my heart
and you’d be its queen
I’d see you every day
in my sweet dreams
It’d be nice if you knew
Come on now you…

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