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The drugs don't work |
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CD Urban Hymns 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 But I know I'm on a losing streak Caus' 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 you worse But I know I'll see your face again Caus' 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 This time I'm coming down Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Caus' 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 Then just let me And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But 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 Never coming down now, never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more Never coming down now, never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more Never coming down now, never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more Never coming down now, never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more Never coming down now, never coming down No more, no more, no more, no more, no more. |
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