| So here we go again — no hope for you and less for me
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| The walls are going up — no way to break through
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| They steal the riches of the world — to keep us all at bay
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| One thing that I can say for sure, you know that trouble follows me
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| Trouble in a way you just can’t believe
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| Trouble always finds its way back to me
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| Hard work will set you free — now that’s a fuckin' dream
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| The cycle of our poverty — the strength of their chains
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| Cause even when I laid down low — just to keep above the fray
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| One thing that I can say for sure, you know that trouble follows me
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| Trouble in a way you just can’t believe
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| Trouble always finds its way back to me
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| Trouble in a way you just can’t believe
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| Trouble always finds its way back to me
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| A rebel woman, she lived a wildlife
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| She’d rather roses on the table than diamonds on her neck
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| Knowing she’d never go home, until the day she could no longer breathe
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| She said, «This ain’t the life I envisioned for me»
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| She said, «This ain’t the way that I thought I would be»
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| She said, «This ain’t the way it was supposed to be»
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| She said, «I don’t regret a thing, though trouble follows me»
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| Trouble in a way you just can’t believe
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| Trouble always finds its way back to me
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| Trouble in a way you just can’t believe
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| Trouble always finds its way back to me |