(Steve Walsh/Robby Steinhardt/Richard Williams))
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Step outside and feel the tingle
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Trouble finds you every night
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You wonder where nobody knows you
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Your civil tone is not polite
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You got no friends, you don't like people
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You tried it once and they let you down
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And after seven years you're still hurt and angry
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And inside your head is an awful sound
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(Chorus)
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Some say that trouble is my middle name
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I find it very easy and I sin out just the same
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So stay out of trouble, don't cry
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Stay out of trouble, you'll die
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You're on the street the clock strikes 11
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And it takes that seven years away
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Now you're walking with that lovely lady
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And just like that you can hear her say
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"Well I know for sure you ain't got the money
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for an ounce of coke or a Cadillac!"
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I said, "It ain't no use in trying to fool me
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A big woman like you has got to fight back"
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(Chorus)
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Inside your head it sounds like thunder
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And your room becomes an ugly shell
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You get in your car and you start the engine
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And you drive with your right foot in hell
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Well, someone said, "ain't that funny
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Well, I saw that boy just the other night"
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Went into this bar and really got rowdy
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With his friends and him is an awful fight
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(Chorus)
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Stay Out Of Trouble
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