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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.

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
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written by COVERDALE, DAVID/MARSDEN, BERNARD
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing