The Rolling Stones 19th Nervous Breakdown минус

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Текст песни «19th Nervous Breakdown»
  
 You're the kind of
 person you meet 
 at certain dismal,
 dull affairs 
 Center of the
 crowd, talking
 much too loud, 
 running up and down
 the stairs 
 Well, it seems to
 me that you have
 seen 
 too much in too few
 years 
 And though you've
 tried you just
 can't hide 
 your eyes are edged
 with tears 
 
 You better stop,
 look around 
 Here it comes, here
 it comes, 
 here it comes, here
 it comes, 
 Here comes your
 ninteenth nervous
 breakdown 
 
 When you were a
 child you were
 treated kind 
 But you were never
 brought up right 
 You were always
 spoiled with a
 thousand toys 
 but still you cried
 all night 
 Your mother who
 neglected you 
 owes you a million
 dollars tax 
 And your father's
 still perfecting
 ways 
 of making ceiling
 wax 
 
 You better stop,
 look around 
 Here it comes, here
 it comes, 
 here it comes, here
 it comes, 
 Here comes your
 ninteenth nervous
 breakdown 
 
 Oh, who's to blame,
 that girl's just
 insane 
 Well, nothing I do
 don't seem to work 
 It only seems to
 make matters worse 
 Oh, please 
 
 You were still in
 school when you
 had that fool 
 who really missed
 your mind 
 And after that you
 turned your back 
 on treating people
 kind 
 On our first trip I
 tried so hard 
 to rearrange your
 mind 
 But after a while I
 realized 
 you were
 disarranging mine 
 
 You better stop,
 look around 
 Here it comes, here
 it comes, 
 here it comes, here
 it comes, 
 Here comes your
 ninteenth nervous
 breakdown 
 
 Oh, who's to blame,
 that girl's just
 insane 
 Well, nothing I do
 don't seem to work 
 It only seems to
 make matters worse 
 Oh, please 
 
 When you were a
 child you were
 treated kind 
 But you were never
 brought up right 
 You were always
 spoiled with a
 thousand toys 
 but still you cried
 all night 
 Your mother who
 neglected you 
 owes you a million
 dollars tax 
 And your father's
 still perfecting
 ways 
 of making ceiling
 wax 
 
 You better stop,
 look around 
 Here it comes, here
 it comes, 
 here it comes, here
 it comes, 
 Here comes your
 ninteenth nervous
 breakdown 
 Here comes your
 ninteenth nervous
 breakdown 
 Here comes your
 ninteenth nervous
 breakdown 
 Here comes your
 ninteenth nervous
 breakdown 
 Here comes your
 ninteenth nervous
 breakdown..........
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