| All this talk of getting old
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| Is bringing me down my love
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| Like a cat in a bag
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| Waiting to drown
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| This time I’m coming down
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| And I hope you’re thinking of me
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| As you lay down on your side
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| Cause the drugs don’t work
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| They just make you worse
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| And I know I’ll see your face again
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| Cause the drugs don’t work
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| They just make you worse
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| And I know I’ll see your face again
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| Cause I know I’m on a losing streak
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| Cause I passed down my old street
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| And if you want a show, just let me know
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| And I’ll sing in your ear again
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| Cause the drugs don’t work
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| They just make you worse
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| And I know I’ll see your face again
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| Cause baby, oooh, if heaven calls
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| I’m coming too
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| Just like you said
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| If you leave my life, I’m better off dead
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| And all this talk of getting old
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| Is bringing me down my love
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| Like a cat in a bag
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| Waiting to drown
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| This time I’m coming down
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| Cause the drugs don’t work
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| They just make you worse
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| And I know I’ll see your face again
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| Cause baby, oooh, if heaven calls
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| I’m coming too
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| Just like you said, if you leave my life
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| I’m better off dead
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| And if you want a show, just let me know
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| And I’ll sing in your ear again
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| Cause the drugs don’t work
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| They just make you worse
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| And I know I’ll see your face again
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| Cause the drugs don’t work
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| They just make me worse
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| But I know I’ll see your face again |