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the drugs don't work.

All this talk of growing old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
I know 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 me worse
And I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make me worse
And 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 me worse
And 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
I know I'm comin' down

Now the drugs don't work
They just make me worse
And 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 me worse
And 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

2009-07-02 @ 20:05:34 Agnix Permalink

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