| 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. |