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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