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All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love Like
a cat in a bag waiting to drown
This time I'm coming down
And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side Now
the drugs don't work They just make
you worse But I know I'll see your
face again
But I know I'm on a losing streak
Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show Then just
let me know And I'll sing in your
ear again
Now the drugs don't work They
just make you worse But I know I'll
see your face again
Cause baby, ooh if heaven calls
I'm coming, too Just like you said
you leave my life I'm better off
dead
All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love Like
a cat in a bag waiting to drown
This time I'm coming down
Yeah I know I'll see your face again
I'm never going down I'm never
coming down No more, no more, no
more, no more |
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