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By The Rolling Stones, Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst
The air
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By The Rolling Stones, In your high school photo
You looked so young and
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By The Rolling Stones, Oh help me, please doctor I'm damaged
There's a pain where
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By The Rolling Stones, Well you bit my lip and drew first blood
And warmed
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By The Rolling Stones, I said, "Oh no, doncha follow me no more."
I said,
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By The Rolling Stones, Lord I swear the perfume you wear
Was made out of
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By The Rolling Stones, Now if you wanna hear some boogie like I'm gonna
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By The Rolling Stones, You can follow the road to the mountain
Or the
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By The Rolling Stones, An empty heart is like a empty life
I said a
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By The Rolling Stones, Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair
Waiting
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By The Rolling Stones, I was driving home early sunday morning through bakersfield
Listening to
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By The Rolling Stones, Gonna pulp you to a mass of bruises
'Cause that's what
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By The Rolling Stones, Well, I was happy here at home
I got everything I
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By The Rolling Stones, When I come home baby
And I've been working all night
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By The Rolling Stones, I live in an apartment on the ninety-ninth floor of
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By The Rolling Stones, Spendin' too much time away
I can't stand another day
Maybe you
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By The Rolling Stones, Whoa la la ta ta
Whoa la la ta ta
La la
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By The Rolling Stones, Baby, the truth is out so don't deny
Baby to think
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By The Rolling Stones, Gonna go downtown
Gonna get my gun
Gonna dress real sharp
Gonna beat
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By The Rolling Stones, The hand of fate is on me now
It pick me
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By The Rolling Stones, Well I never kept a dollar past sunset
It always burned
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By The Rolling Stones, Have you seen your mother, baby, standing in the shadow?
Have
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By The Rolling Stones, There have been so many girls that I've known
I've made
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By The Rolling Stones, Hey Negrita, hey now
Move your body, move your mouth
Shake lady,
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By The Rolling Stones, High and dry well, I'm up here with no warning
High
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By The Rolling Stones, I'm going to chicago that's the last thing my baby
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By The Rolling Stones, Hold on to your head
Hold on to your hat
You're screaming
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By The Rolling Stones, I met a gin-soaked bar-room queen in Memphis
She tried to
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By The Rolling Stones, You offer me
All your love and sympathy
Sweet affection baby
It's killing
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By The Rolling Stones, I am waiting, I am waiting (oh yeah, oh yeah)
I