There's paint peeling on the ceiling
The garden's in some kind of state
We're friendly with the neighbors
Though they know we didn't come to stay
So call in the carpet cleaner
I used to take the furniture away
But living is a better lifestyle
Just fear is passing through
the day
Baby, I've been foolish
Sometimes people are strange
But I'm learning to let go,
let everything come,
at least I do now anyway
And I'll think of you tomorrow,
like I thought of you yesterday
And though I wish you well,
I will always wonder
what it would have been if you stayed
Oh, oh, from freedom
is born trouble
And so it goes on
Oh, oh, from freedom is born trouble
to trouble
Trouble
Well it looks just like purgatory
To those who've got their blinkers on
But I can hear the angels singing
From the local church on Sunday morn
And I know your dad don't like it,
it's just a little insecure
Won't somebody please remind him,
oh honey that that ain't a rule
Oh no, from freedom is born,
trouble
Trouble
Trouble
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