Every Grain Of Sand - Bob Dylan
    Trouble in the city, trouble in the farm
    You got your rabbit's foot, you got your good luck charm
    But that can't help you none when there's trouble, trouble
    Trouble, trouble, trouble, nothin' but trouble.

    Trouble in the water, trouble in the air
    Go all the way to the other side of the world, you'll find trouble there
    Revolution even ain't no solution for trouble, trouble
    Trouble, trouble, trouble, nothin' but trouble.

    Draught and starvation, packagin' of the soul
    Persecution, execution, governments out of control
    You can see the writing on the wall invitin' to trouble
    Trouble, trouble, trouble, nothin' but trouble.

    Put your ears to the train tracks, put your ear to the ground
    You ever feel like you're never alone even when there's nobody else around
    Since the beginin' of the universe, man's been cursed by trouble
    Trouble, trouble, trouble, nothin' but trouble.

    Night clubs of the broken hearted, stadiums of the damned
    Legislature, perverted nature, doors that are rudely slammed
    Look into infinity, all you see is trouble
    Trouble, trouble, trouble, nothin' but trouble.

     
     
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