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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 nineteenth nervous breakdown

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When you were a child you were a 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 nineteenth 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 nineteenth 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 you father's still perfecting ways of making sealing wax

You better stop and look around
Here it comes, here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nineteenth nervous bteakdown...

Writer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richard

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