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The Rolling Stones - Hot Rocks 1964–1971 - 19th Nervous Breakdown
Hot Rocks 1964–1971
Disc 1
01. Time Is on My Side
02. Heart of Stone
03. Play With Fire
04. (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction
05. As Tears Go By
06. Get Off of My Cloud
07. Mother’s Little Helper
08. 19th Nervous Breakdown
09. Paint It, Black
10. Under My Thumb
11. Ruby Tuesday
12. Let’s Spend the Night Together
Disc 2
01. Jumpin’ Jack Flash
02. Street Fighting Man
03. Sympathy for the Devil
04. Honky Tonk Women
05. Gimme Shelter
06. Midnight Rambler (live)
07. You Can’t Always Get What You Want
08. Brown Sugar
09. Wild Horses
You're the kind of person you meet at certain dismal, dull affairs
Center of a 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 and look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your 19th 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 a million dollars tax
And your father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax

You better stop and look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your 19th 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 the matters worse, oh, please

You were still in school when you had that fool who really messed 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 and look around
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
Here comes your 19th 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 the 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 a million dollars tax
And your father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax

You better stop and look around
Here it comes, here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown
Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown