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Ever since we met the world’s been upside-down,and if you don’t stop troublin’ me you’ll drive me out of town.But if you go away, as trouble ought to do,where will I find another soul to tell my trouble to?My bed is made of stone, a star has burnt my eye,I’m goin’ down to the willow tree and teach her how to cry.But if you go away, as trouble ought to do,where will I find another soul to tell my trouble to?They bid me wear my hat, put on a nice new gown;I tossed my bonnet over the roof and I guess it won’t come down.But if you go away, as trouble ought to do,where will I find another soul to tell my trouble to? From Letras Mania