| It should’ve been different, but it wasn’t different, was the
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| Same old story, «Dear John,» and so long
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| It should’ve fit like a glove, it should’ve fit like a ring
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| Like a diamond ring, a token of true love
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| Should’ve all worked out, but it didn’t
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| She should be here now, but she isn’t
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| There’s your trouble, there’s your trouble
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| You keep seein' double with the wrong one
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| And you can’t see I love you, you can’t see she doesn’t
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| But you just keep holdin' on
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| There’s your trouble
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| So now you’re thinkin' 'bout all you’re missin' how
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| Deep you’re sinkin', 'round and 'round and draggin' down
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| Why don’t you cash in your chips, why don’t you call it a loss
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| Not such a big loss, chalk it up to better luck
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| Could’ve been true love, but it wasn’t
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| It should all add up, but it doesn’t
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| There’s your trouble, there’s your trouble
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| You keep seein' double with the wrong one
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| You can’t see I love you, you can’t see she doesn’t
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| But you just keep holdin' on
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| There’s your trouble
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| Should’ve all worked out, but it didn’t
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| She should be here now, but she isn’t
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| There’s your trouble, there’s your trouble
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| You keep seein' double with the wrong one
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| And you can’t see I love you, you can’t see she doesn’t
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| But you just keep holdin' on
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| There’s your trouble
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| There’s your trouble
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| There’s your trouble
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| There’s your trouble
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| There is your trouble |