All this talk of getting old
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Is getting me down my love
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Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown
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This time I'm comin' down
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And I know you're thinking of me
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As you lay down on your side
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Now the drugs don't work
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They just make you worse
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But I know I'll see your face again
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Now the drugs don't work
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They just make you worse
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But I know I'll see your face again
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But I know I'm on a losing streak
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As I pass down by your street
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And if you wanna show, just let me know
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And I'll sing in your ear again
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Now the drugs don't work
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They just make you worse
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But I know I'll see your face again
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So baby, Woh- if heaven calls, I'm coming too
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Just like you say
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If you leave my life, I'm better off dead
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All this talk of getting old
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Is getting me down my love
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Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
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This time I'm comin' down
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The drugs don't work
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They just make you worse
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But I know I'll see your face again
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So baby, Woh- if heaven calls, I'm coming too
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And like you said,
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If you leave my life, I'm better off dead
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But if you wanna show, just let me know
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And now I'll sing in your ear again
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Now the drugs don't work
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They just make you worse
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But now I know I'll see your face again
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Yeah- I know I'll see your face again
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Yeah- I know I'll see your face again
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Oh- now
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Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
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Never coming down, Never coming down
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No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more
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Never coming down, never coming down
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No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
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Oh- now
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Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
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The Drugs Don't Work
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| Ben Harper |
