| Every night, I wait to pay the devil’s due
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| And every night, I hope that I won’t dream of you
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| I still hear your voice calling out to me
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| And your pretty face that I will never again see, I see, I see
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| I know trouble like the falling rain
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| May not come tomorrow but will surely come again
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| And the words I’m sorry often come too late
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| For a fare I left you with nothing left to say
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| At trouble bay, trouble bay, here I’ll stay, trouble bay
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| Like a wave coming after me
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| In the water cold
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| Dark and deep
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| I’ll face these days on my own
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| When the sun goes down the shadows disappear
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| And the words I love you are all that I hear
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| I call your name in the darkest hour
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| Whisper your name, whisper in vain
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| So every night, I wait to pay the devil’s due
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| I don’t want to sleep, I don’t want to dream of you
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| I don’t want trouble, baby, I don’t need trouble, baby
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| Your love is trouble, baby, here I stay
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| Trouble bay, trouble bay |