Trouble Songtext
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Always lurking
Over your shoulder
You′ve spared my every
Every good sense
But that reflection
In the shop window
Has left me high
And full of pain instead of death

All your best friends
Are gone into something good
You know you should
But it's too late now
Trouble
A lot of trouble
Trouble
A lot of trouble


Hang around
The crowded places
And get appalled
At all these faces
Your world is turning
Upside down
Your mind is going
To the peace instead of death

All your best friends
Are gone into something good
You know you should
But it′s too late now
Trouble
A lot of trouble
Trouble
A lot of trouble
Trouble
A lot of trouble