And if you wanna show, then just let me know and I'll sing in your ear again..

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 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..

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