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Rolling Stones Sad Sad Sad

sad You a grown ass man, holding a nigga hand Now get out on your own, stop depending on your homes To chuck you a bone, and stop throwing stones And

my liver is my senior part But that's a part you can trade in When your band has been a band longer than the Ramones And critics coin you "the punk Rolling Stones

't keep from crying Learned to get up when I fall Can even climb rolling stone walls But this guitar can't keep from crying This here guitar can feel quite sad

I should be out in that driveway stopping you Tears should be rolling down my cheek And I don't know why I'm not falling apart like I usually do And how

Walk on brother Don't let no one stop ya Highway chile Ya ya ya Highway chile Rollin' stone Rollin' down the highway Rollin' stone Highway chile Ya ya Highway chile Rollin' stone

wanna go to your Mason lodge There's nothing more sad than a lynching mob Full of rational men who believe in God But nothing makes sense when the wave rolls

fur tree and a mammoth stone that said a??Hessea?? in huge Helvetica bold letters. It looked more like a marquee than a tombstone. And around the corner was this tiny stone

stole. I thought you wanted my money, But you plundered my soul. (Plundered my soul) I hate quittin', But I'm close to admittin' I'm a sorry case. But on quiet reflection, My sad

to please And I need you you you I need you you you I need you you you I need you you you Oh, sometimes I feel like I feel a little sad inside