Trouble - The Music Machine

I’ve got things on my mind, yeah

Cobwebs in my brain

If you’ve got the time, yeah

Help me ascertain

How to rectify the

Growing mental pain

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I can see the future

Looking back at it

If you’ve got a soul, then

Give me some of it

So I can learn to take in stride the problems that I have inside

Somewhere there’s a place I fit

I can live with just a bit of

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Everybody’s got their trouble

Some can rise above it all

And every day my problems double

And I’m headed for a fall

Your deciding factor

Is one way I can win

But you’ve got to help me

Every inch of it

That’s not to say don’t bother me

Or blind me to reality

Take away my losing strength

And never be a troubled friend

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