| Trouble is a Friday night when I’m feelin' lonely
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| Trouble is too much time on my hands with you in my head
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| Trouble is one more fireball, when I’m already lit, and it’s last call
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| Trouble is nothing good ever happends after 2 A. M
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| Stumble outta that red door, hop into a cab
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| Feelin' a little bit crazy, feelin' like I wanna be bad
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| Ain’t goin' home til I check a few more sins off of my list
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| If you’re lookin' for me, I’m gonna see, I’m gonna be
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| Where trouble is
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| Trouble is a guy with the guitar in the next bar
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| Trouble is I don’t even have to know his name
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| Trouble is a rebound night, where it’s lookin' like there’s gonna be a catfight
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| Trouble is ain’t no girl gonna stand in my way
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| Stumble outta that back door, hop into a cab
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| Feelin' a little bit crazy, feelin' like I wanna be bad
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| Ain’t goin' home til I check a few more sins off of my list
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| If you’re lookin' for me, I’m gonna see, I’m gonna be
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| Where trouble is
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| Where trouble is
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| Stumble outta his front door, hop into a cab
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| Feelin' a little bit crazy, feelin' a little bit bad
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| I’m goin' home to sleep off maybe one or two regrets
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| If you’re lookin' for me, I’m gonna see, I’m gonna be
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| Where trouble is
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| Where trouble is
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| Where trouble is
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| Where trouble is |