All this talk of getting old,
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it's 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 goin down.
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And I hope your thinkin of me,
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as you lay down on your side.
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The drugs don't work they just make you worse
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but I know I'll see your face again.
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and I know I'm on a losing streak,
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as I passed down by your street.
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and if you want a show, just let me know
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and I'll sing in your ear again.
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Well drugs don't work,
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they just make you worse
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but I know ill see your face again
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Cuz baby, ooh if heaven calls,
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I'm coming too
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just like you said, if you leave my life
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I'm better off dead
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all this talk of getting old,
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its 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 goin down.
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cuz baby, ooh if heaven calls,
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I'm coming too.
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just like you said, if you leave my life
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I'm better off dead.
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now 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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no 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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no 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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Drugs Don't Work
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Three Days Grace |