The Early Strike - Reality Check | Текст песни

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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.

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,
'Cause 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

'Cause 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 comin' down.

Now the drugs don't work,
They just make you worse,
But I know I'll see your face again.

But if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

I'm never going down,
I'm never coming down
No more, no more, no more,
no more, no more
I'm never coming down,
I'm never going down
No more, no more, no more, no more.

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