Lyrics

So here we go again (no hope for you and less for me)
The walls are going up (no way to break through)
I'd give the riches of the world (to keep us all at bay)
One thing that I can say for sure, you know that trouble follows me

Trouble (trouble)
Trouble in a way you just can't believe
Trouble (trouble)
Trouble always finds its way back to me

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Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa

Hard work will set you free (now that's a fuckin' dream)
The cycle of our poverty (the strength of their chains)
'Cause even when i laid down low (just to keep above the fray)
One thing that I can say for sure, you know that trouble follows me

Trouble, yeah, trouble
Trouble in a way you just can't believe
Trouble, yeah, trouble
Trouble always finds its way back to me
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Trouble in a way you just can't believe
Whoa, whoa, oh
Trouble always finds its way back to me

A rebel woman, she lived a wild life
She'd rathed roses on the table than diamonds on her neck
Knowin' she'd never go home
Until the day she could no longer breathe

She said this ain't the life I envisioned for me
She said this ain't the way that I thought I would be
She said this ain't the way it was supposed to be
She said I don't regret a thing, though trouble follows me

Ah, trouble

Trouble, yeah, trouble
Trouble in a way you just can't believe
Trouble, yeah, trouble
Trouble always finds its way back to me

Whoa
Trouble in a way you just can't believe
Whoa
Trouble always finds a way

Yeah, trouble follows me
Yeah, trouble follows me
Yeah, trouble follows me
Yeah, trouble follows

Writer(s): Patrick C Bollinger, Christopher Mark Head, Justin Cathal Geever, Christopher Lee Barker

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