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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Bill Wyman
Bassgitarre
Brian Jones
E-Gitarre
Charlie Watts
Schlagzeug
Ian Stewart
Klavier
Keith Richards
Begleitgesang
Mick Jagger
Leadgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mick Jagger
Songwriter:in
Keith Richards
Songwriter:in
The Rolling Stones
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Andrew Loog Oldham
Produzent:in
Dave Hassinger
Ingenieur:in
Songtexte
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
Writer(s): Keith Richards, Michael Phillip Jagger
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