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| THE DRUGS DON'T WORK
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' 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
Yeah, I know I'll see your face agian Yeeyeeh... |
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