This Bit
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I was raised a gambler's son
And before I could walk,
I had to learn how to run.
And I never, never ever
Played a loaded dice.
But, I rolled a lot of women
With a heart as cold as ice.
On the run again
Looking for a place to hide,
Everywhere I look there is trouble,
Always coming my way,
Trouble always coming my way.
Baby I'm lonely, I'm out of control,
I need someone to understand
The badness in my soul.
Though I never, I never
Stole another man's wife
But, I fooled around plenty enough
And I got what I paid for.
On the run again
Looking for a place to hide,
Everywhere I look there is trouble,
Trouble always coming my way.
Trouble.
(Solo)
On the run again
Looking for a place to hide,
Everywhere I look there is trouble,
Trouble always coming my way.
Trouble always coming my way, trouble always coming...
Rondom Songs
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Vincent
El ?�ltimo Adios
Young Gifted And Black
Sweatty Betty
Hold Your Head Up
Bitch Gets No Love
Offbeat Bare-Ass
O' Come All Ye Faithful
Tomorrow Night
Are You Lonesome Tonight?
She??´s Not Here
Ill Show You Wonders
I'D Do Anything
How Can the Labouring Man Find Time for Self Culture
Kid Fears
Pale Blue Eyes
You Got To Funkafize
Cheek To Cheek
Wild Worldmb
One More Chance
Kentucky Rain
Rocky Mountain High
Finale
Every Rose Has Thorn