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Lyricist: Bob Newhart
Lyrics:
All This Talk Of Getting Old its Getting Me Down, My Love like A Cat In A Bag, Waiting To Drown this Time, Im Coming Down
and I Hope Youre Thinking Of Me as You Lay Down On Your Side
now The Drugs Dont Work, They Just Make You Worse but I Know Ill See Your Face Again now The Drugs Dont Work, They Just Make You Worse but I Know Ill See Your Face Again
but I Know Im On A Losing Streak as I Pass Down My Old Street and If You Wanna Show, Then Just Let Me Know and Ill Sing In Your Ear Again
now The Drugs Dont Work, They Just Make You Worse but I Know Ill See Your Face Again
cause Baby, Ooh if Heaven Calls, Im Coming Too just Like You Said you Leave My Life, Im Better Off Dead
all This Talk Of Getting Old its Getting Me Down, My Lord like A Cat In A Bag, Waiting To Drown this Time Im Coming Down
now The Drugs Dont Work, They Just Make You Worse but I Know Ill See Your Face Again
cause Baby, Ooh if Heaven Calls, Im Coming Too just Like You Said you Leave My Life, Im Better Off Dead
but If You Wanna Show, Just Let Me Know and Ill Sing In Your Ear Again
now The Drugs Dont Work, They Just Make You Worse but I Know Ill See Your Face Again
yeah, I Know Ill See Your Face Again yeah, I Know Ill See Your Face Again yeah, I Know Ill See Your Face Again, Oh Lord yeah, I Know Ill See Your Face Again, Oh Lord
im Never Coming Down, Im Never Coming Down no More, No More, No More, No More, No More im Never Coming Down, Im Never Coming Down no More, No More, No More, No More, No More im Never Coming Down, Im Never Coming Down no More, No More, No More, No More, No More im Never Coming Down, Im Never Coming Down no More, No More, No More, No More, No More im Never Coming Down, Im Never Coming Down no More, No More, No More, No More, No More, No More
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