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High on the mountain stands a boat, |
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But are they gods or real folk? |
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We can't see the fire but we smell the smoke. |
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Who'll take the plough? Who'll be the yoke? |
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Night after night I don't believe. |
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We are the ones you won't deceive. |
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Not a thing will you achieve |
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'cos we belong and we won't leave. |
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Trouble, trouble. |
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I try to chase trouble but it's chasing me. |
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Trouble, trouble. |
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Trouble with a capital T. |
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Lay down your silver and your gold. |
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I'm a man who can't be sold. |
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And, even when my heart grows cold, |
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I'll curse your evil stranglehold. |
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The waves are running much too high. |
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It's got so dark can't see the sky. |
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But a change is coming by and by, |
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A time to laugh, a time to die. |
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Trouble, trouble. |
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I try to chase trouble but it's chasing me. |
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Trouble, trouble. |
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Trouble with a capital T. |
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Been so long away from home, |
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I almost made this place my own. |
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Now it seems I'll soon be gone, |
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Moving on and all alone. |
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High on the mountain stands a boat, |
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But are they gods or real folk? |
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We can't see the fire but we smell the smoke. |
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Who'll take the plough? Who'll be the yoke? |
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Trouble, trouble. |
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I try to chase trouble but it's chasing me. |
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Trouble, trouble. |
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Trouble with a capital T. |
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Trouble, trouble. |
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I try to chase trouble but it's chasing me. |
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Trouble, trouble. |
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Trouble with a capital T. |
