| I can see the fear in your eyes, my friend
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| But you can’t see what you looking for
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| Here comes trouble knocking at the door
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| It’s not too late to run and hide my dear
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| But you don’t know where you’re gonna go So don’t get caught in the middle of the road
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| You’ve been creepin' in the dark
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| And you been stealing all the ladies hearts
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| There ain’t no love, dear, where you’re going to So you better pack your bags and your running shoes
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| It’s a shakedown
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| Hate to say I told you so You’re having a breakdown
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| Three week shy of the undertow
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| You’ve been walkin' on thin ice, my friend
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| Have you even heard a single word I’ve said
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| 'Cause you haven’t seen the 'Caution' signs ahead
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| You riding dangerously on the edge, my dear
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| But you seem to know what you’re falling for
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| You’ll hit bottom and come back for more
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| You been creepin' in the dark
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| You’ve been stealin' all the ladies hearts
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| There ain’t no love, dear, where you’re going to So you better pack your bags and your running shoes
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| It’s a shakedown
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| Hate to say I told you so You’re havin' a breakdown
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| Three week shy of the undertow
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| And it’s a meltdown
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| A real high price to pay
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| A real bad comedown
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| I can smell trouble from a mile away
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| Yeah, I can smell trouble from a mile away
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| And I can smell trouble from a mile away
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| And this is not your lucky day
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| It’s a shakedown
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| Hate to say I told you so You’re having a breakdown
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| Three week shy of the undertow
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| It’s a shakedown
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| I hate to say I told you so You’re having a breakdown
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| Three week shy of the undertow
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| And it’s a meltdown
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| A real high price to pay
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| A real bad comedown
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| I can smell trouble from a mile away
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| Yeah, I can smell trouble from a mile away
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| And I can smell trouble from a mile away
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| And this might be your lucky day |