The Rolling Stones

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           E
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.

           B
You better stop,
      A
look around
        E                             A
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
     E
Here comes your nine-tenth nervous breakdown.

         E
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.
         E
And your fathers still perfecting ways of making ceiling wax.

           B
You better stop,
      A
look around
        E                             A
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
     E
Here comes your nine-tenth nervous breakdown.

B                        E
Oh, who's to blame, that girl's just insane.
     A                   
Well nothing I do don't seem to work,
   B                                    E
it only seems to make matters worse, oh please.

         E
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 while I realized you were disarranging mine.

           B
You better stop,
      A
look around
        E                             A
Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, here it comes
     E
Here comes your nine-tenth nervous breakdown.
Here comes your nine-tenth nervous breakdown
Here comes your nine-tenth nervous breakdown