| You’ve got trouble in your eyes
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| You’ve got trouble in your eyes
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| I can see it
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| I keep runnin' down your street
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| Following the smell of your feet
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| Like a compass
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| Hot on your trail I can tell by the smell
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| Broken twigs and bread crumbs
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| My machete glints by the light of the moon
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| But I’m too late
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| Baby, don’t do it
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| You’ve go trouble in your eyes
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| Bad thoughts on your mind
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| So I chased you
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| My machete and me
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| Hacked a trail all night through the forest
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| Hot on your trail I can tell by the smell
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| Broken twigs and bread crumbs
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| My machete glints by the light of the moon
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| But I’m too late |