The Rolling Stones

19th Nervous Breakdown(Chords)

The Rolling Stones

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1. 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. 
               A 
    Well, it seems to me that you have seen too much in too few years, 
          E  
    and though you've tried you just can't hide your eyes are edged with tears. 
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    You better stop - look around, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, 
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    here it comes, here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown. 
             E 
2. 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. 
          A 
    Your mother who neglected you owes a million dollars tax,               
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     and your father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax. 
                 B           A              E                       A          
    You better stop - look around, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, 
                        E 
    here it comes, here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown. 
     B                        E                         
    Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane, well nothing I do don't seem to work, 
        B                                        E 
    It only seems to make matters worse.  Oh please.                      
          
    E
3. 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.         
            A
    On our first trip I tried so hard to rearrange your mind,          
         E
    but after a while I realized you were disarranging mine. 
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    You better stop, look around, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, 
                         E 
    here it comes, here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown, 
    Here comes your nine-teenth nervous breakdown.....  

	        

Written by Mick Jagger/Keith Richards

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