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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 coming down.

And I hope you're thinking of me,
As you lay down by your side,
Now the drugs don't work,
They just make you worse,
But I, I know I'll see your face again.

Now the drugs don't work,
They just make you worse,
But I, 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, 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, I know I'll see your face again.

Baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming too,
Just like you said, if 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 coming down.

Now the drugs don't work,
They just make you worse,
But I, I know I'll see your face again,
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again.

Never coming down, no never coming down,
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more,
Never coming down, no never coming down,
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more,
Never coming down, no never coming down,
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more,
Never coming down, no never coming down,
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more.

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