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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' downAnd 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 againNow the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face againBut 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 againNow 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 deadAll 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' downNow 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 deadBut if you wanna show, just let me know And I'll sing in your ear againNow the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face againYeah, I know I'll see your face againI'm never going down, I'm never coming down No more