domingo, 1 de junio de 2008

Sweet sweet trouble and I hope you’ll understand

Sweet sweet travel, cause I never back home again

When you coming drunk at home love is not the word

To explain what’s going on there, through this wall

I can’t stay at home no more waiting for better times

Black eyes Maria no more, and bye bye pain

Sweet sweet travel there is no love for me

Sweet sweet trouble I still love you, sad but true.

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