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the trouble is when there's no trouble aroundyou fashion it out of fortune that you've foundblessings to curseslucks to lossesa game plan of failure with arrows and crossescause you came to me with a bow on your backbut you didn't fit me so ii sent you backi sent you backthe trouble with you was no trouble at allno mountain too big, no molehill too smallinside voicesoutward poisei prefer a little noiseyou gave me the knife when i showed you the tackbut i couldn't face you so ii stabbed your backi stabbed your backthe trouble's with me...etctry as i might i can't cut you no slackcause you always loved me so ii hurt you back From Letras Mania