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(Don McGlashan) |
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There's trouble with you |
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And I'm going under again |
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I'm going under again |
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Seems like this night won't end |
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There's trouble with you |
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And I can't stand myself |
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I can't stand myself |
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Wish I was someone else |
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Me, I'd like to stand in the rain |
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Feel it washing me down |
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Find some place I can stand |
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Forever, ever, on and on |
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But there's trouble with you |
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It's growing out of the ground |
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Roots spreading in the ground |
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Wish I could tear it down |
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Me, I'd like to stand in the rain |
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Feel it washing me down |
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Find some place I can stand |
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Forever, ever, on and on |
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And on and on until the rain |
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Washes me away |
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But there's trouble with you |
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And my skin's burning up |
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Oh it's burning up |
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Wish I could make it stop |
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Wish I could make it stop |
