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