All this talk of getting old
It's bringing 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
Because the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
And I know I'm on a losing streak
Because I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again
Because the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
Because baby, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, if you leave my life, I'm better off dead
I'm never going down, I'm never coming down
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 me worse
But I know I'll see your face again
Because baby, if heaven calls, I'm coming, too
Just like you said, if you leave my life, I'm better off dead.
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