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We used to be all lovey dovey |
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We used to breathe as one |
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But now we're all pushy shovey |
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We stare at each other like two loaded guns |
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Trouble in the home |
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Trouble in the home |
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The dog don't get his bone |
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When there's trouble in the home |
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You and me we swore we'd never |
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Fool around no more |
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Now the feeling's strong as ever |
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But it ain't the same feeling that we felt before |
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Trouble in the home |
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Trouble in the home |
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The dog don't get his bone |
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When there's trouble... |
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The phone rings and there's just breathing |
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Then a voice says, listen, man |
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When you come home this evening |
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You'll walk in the front door, hear the back door slam |
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Trouble in the home |
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Trouble in the home |
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The dog don't get his bone |
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When there's trouble... |
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Trouble in the home |
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Trouble in the home |
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Trouble |
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Trouble |
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Trouble |
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In my home |
