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All this trouble in the world, let it come, let it comeAll this trouble in the world, let it come, let it comeThe child in the playground pushed too far up in the swingChasing the life partner who will never wear the ringThe song that you cherish but the notes too high to singAll our problems awayThe same old god with a hundred different namesElevator music while the holding collar waitsThe flaking painting outlived by its frameAll our problems awayAll this trouble in the world, let it come, let it comeAll this trouble in the world, let it come, let it comePrisoners without cities, cities without spaceSpace without its visitors and people without placePlaces without bodies and bodies without grace, yeahAll our problems awayThe growth spurt in the dance shoes, the blisters on your feetEvery narrow darkly lit streetPrayin for the cold in the summer, for winter in the heatAll our problems awayLetras de cancionesIt is the softness of our skins against the sharp edge of a knifeThe regiments of day verses the pleasures of the nightIt is the certainty of death and the passion for this lifeAll our problems awayAll this trouble in the world, let it come, let it comeAll this trouble in the world, let it come, let it comeAll this trouble in the world, let it come, let it comeAll this trouble in the world, let it come, let it come From Letras Mania