Woorden: The Verve. Urban Hymns. The Drug 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' round
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 'as I passed down by your 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 comin', 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

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm comin', too
Just like you said, you 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, oh Lord
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again, oh Lord

I'm never goin' down, I'm never comin' down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
I'm never comin' down, I'm never goin' down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
I'm never goin' down, I'm never comin' down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
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