You'd leave me at the side of the road to die (You'd leave me at the side of the road to die) What doesn't kill you makes you stronger You don't need me anymore to listen to your lies (You don't need me anymore to listen to your lies) I won't be no fool for you any longer What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Well it's me, myself, and I Quiver at the thought of you Me, myself, and I Quiver at the thought of being alone What makes me sick, What makes me quiver Just the thought of being alone Like a needle in a haystack with nowhere to hide (Like a needle in a haystack with nowhere to hide) What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Like a wing- clipped eagle who's waiting to fly (Like a wing- clipped eagle who's waiting to fly) No I won't be trapped in you any longer What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Well it's me, myself, and I Quiver at the thought of you Me, myself, and I Quiver at the thought of being alone What makes me sick, What makes me quiver Just the thought of being alone What make me sick What makes me quiver Quiver Well it's me, myself, and I Quiver at the thought of you Me, myself, and I Quiver at the thought of being alone What makes me sick, What makes me quiver Is the thought of being alone What makes me sick, What makes me quiver Well it's me, myself, and I Quiver at the thought of you Me, myself, and I Quiver at the thought of being alone
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