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 You do the drying, I'll do the dishes Who'll do the crying when all the wishes don't come true You do the washing, I'll do the folding Whose heart is breaking When whose arms are holding someone new Sittin' ona peaceful lake sunnin' Didn't hear the roar of the waterfall coming When it's all a storybook story When it's all so easy and nice Here comes trouble in paradise You did the dusting, I did the sweeping You did the driving oh and I did the sleeping a little too long On a picnic 'neath the sky so blue We didn't see the rain and heartache coming through When it's all an old black and white movie And you're sure you've seen the ending twice Here comes trouble in paradise You sais everything was fine I'm sorry, baby, I didn't see the signs Oh so beautifully you read your lines But in a play where the hero has no vice And love comes without a price So does trouble in paradise Don't matter who did the dusting or who did the sweeping Who did the trusting or who did the cheating when it's all gone Laying in a field on a summer's day Waitin'for those gary skies to clear away Knowing all love's glory and beauty Can vanish before you think twice Leaving trouble in paradise Now we share the laughing, we share the joking We do the sleeping with one eye open
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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