| You can roll your money you can spill your guts
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| You can party all night until you’re nuts — but hey
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| Your troubles never go away
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| You can play a biggie, you can bang your drum
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| But at the end of the day you’re still a bum — so hey
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| Your troubles never go away
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| You can walk in circles in an endless maze until one day you go blind
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| Or you can chase an echo of eternal love — in the windmills of your mind
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| Keep your troubles at bay — keep your troubles at bay
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| Cause they never go away — hey, hey
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| Keep your troubles at bay
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| Keep your troubles at bay — keep your troubles at bay
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| But they never really go away
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| They’re gonna get you one day
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| You can be a gangster you can swing your gun
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| Spend a night in the slammer cause you’re young and dumb- what can I say?
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| Your troubles never go away
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| You can find salvation in the eye of the storm
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| You can meet your maker and be reborn — but even then
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| Your troubles never really end
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| You can walk in circles in an endless maze until one day you go blind
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| Or you can chase an echo of eternal love in the windmills of your mind
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| Keep your troubles at bay
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| You may take a holiday and go to a sunny beach
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| But Mr Trouble stays in business
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| And you’re never out of reach
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| And he’ll come knocking on your door
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| Knock, knock, knock, knock |