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 comin´ 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
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 comin´ down
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
But if you wanna show, 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
Yeah, I know I´ll see your face again Yeah, I know I´ll see your face again Yeah, I know I´ll see your face again 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, no more I´m never coming down, I´m never going down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more [Repeat and Fade Out]
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