Lời bài hát - Trouble

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I was raised a gambler's son

And before I could walk,

I had to learn how to run.

And I never, never ever

Played a loaded dice.

But, I rolled a lot of women

With a heart as cold as ice.

On the run again

Looking for a place to hide,

Everywhere I look there is trouble,

Always coming my way,

Trouble always coming my way.

Baby I'm lonely, I'm out of control,

I need someone to understand

The badness in my soul.

Though I never, I never

Stole another man's wife

But, I fooled around plenty enough

And I got what I paid for.

On the run again

Looking for a place to hide,

Everywhere I look there is trouble,

Trouble always coming my way.

Trouble.

On the run again

Looking for a place to hide,

Everywhere I look there is trouble,

Trouble always coming my way.

Trouble always coming my way, trouble always coming