| Troubles, hassles, I know you too well
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| Always in trouble
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| I smell problems, crucial
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| My cross gets another nail
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| Baby it’s ordeals, between meals
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| Shackles, unseen, torture in 3d detail
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| I’m dead alive
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| You’re in for troubles and hassles
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| Once you’re playing the marbles
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| You’re in for paying your dues now, anyhow
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| I’m sorry, worried
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| Growing up and breaking down, just ain’t no fun
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| Here come, bad reviews, that’s my news
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| How come it’s not a happy song
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| For all the guys sing along
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| In frustration, wondering
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| Where on earth can you run
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| Once you’re being fried well done
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| Owned by troubles and hassles
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| Once you’re playing the marbles
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| In for being accused, refused
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| What’s that troubles
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| You just complain, complain
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| Maybe you’ve forgotten
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| Before sun there’s always rain
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| What’s that hassles
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| It sounds so mondaine
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| Let’s raise glasses
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| And toast to luck once again
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| For all your moods in minor
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| Are an everybody’s thing
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| Beautiful begins with be And it’s inside every being
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| Owned by troubles and hassles
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| When you’re playing the marbles
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| In for being abused, refused
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| What’s that troubles
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| You just complain, complain
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| Maybe you’ve forgotten
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| Before sun there’s always rain
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| What’s that hassles
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| It sounds so mondaine
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| Let’s raise glasses
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| And toast to luck once again
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| For all your moods in minor
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| Are an everybody’s thing
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| Beautiful begins with be And it’s inside every being |