| Trouble don’t mess with the young man
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| Every playground turns into quicksand
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| Before you know it, you know too much
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| Rocks in your shoes and it’s catching up
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| Trouble don’t mess with the young man
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| Wild-eyed, more question than understand
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| Trippin' up with the slick and the spoke
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| Just let him walk 'cause he don’t know
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| Trouble don’t mess with the young man
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| Trouble don’t mess with the young man
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| He’s too blind to understand trouble
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| Trouble don’t mess with the kid’s head
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| Strong-willed, still hungry and relentless
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| Let nothing stop him for the sky
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| When trouble cuts slack, let him skate by
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| Trouble, have mercy on the kid’s soul
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| And let him win a few before
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| Running for the thrill, running out of time
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| Can’t go back and you can never re-wind
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| Trouble don’t mess with the young man
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| Trouble don’t mess with the young man
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| He’s too blind to understand trouble
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| Trouble don’t mess with the young man
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| Trouble don’t mess with the young man
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| Trouble
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| Trouble
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| He’s too blind to understand trouble |