The Verve
Am, C, D, Em, F, G
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 coming 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 cuz 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 cuz baby I'm coming to just like you say
You leave my life, I'm better off dead All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my lord Like a cat in a bag
waiting to drown this time i'm coming down
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.
leave my life I'm better off dead but if you wanna show 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
yeah I know I'll see your face again yeah I know I'll see your face again
yeah I know I'll see your face again whoa Lord yeah I know I'll see your
face again whoa Lord never coming down no I'm never coming down no more no more
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more,
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