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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 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
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