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1964
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1964
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1965
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1966
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1966
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1967
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1968
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1968
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1972
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1974
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1976
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1986
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1997
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2005
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2023
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The Rolling Stones
1964 -
Around And Around
1964 -
December΄s Children
1965 -
The Rolling Stones, Now!
1965 -
Aftermath
1966 -
Got Live If You Want It
1966 -
Between The Buttons
1967 -
Circus
1968 -
Beggars Banquet
1968 -
Let It Bleed
1969 -
Sticky Fingers
1971 -
Exile on Main St.
1972 -
It΄s Only Rock ΄N Roll
1974 -
Black And Blue
1976 -
Dirty Work
1986 -
Bridges to Babylon
1997 -
A Bigger Bang
2005 -
Hackney Diamonds
2023
Rolling Stones - Ventilator Blues 1972
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Exile On Main Street, Ventilator Blues, Rolling Stones
lyrics,versuri:
When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,
Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break.
Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream,
You feel like murder in the first degree.
Ain't nobody slowing down no way,
Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator,
Don't matter where you are,
Ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator.
When you're trapped and circled with no second chances,
Your code of living is your gun in hand.
We can't be bowed by beating, we can't be cowed by words,
Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn.
Ev'rybody walking 'round,
Ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator.
Don't matter where you are, ev'rybody, ev'rybody gonna
Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator.
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?
lyrics,versuri:
When your spine is cracking and your hands, they shake,
Heart is bursting and you butt's gonna break.
Your woman's cussing, you can hear her scream,
You feel like murder in the first degree.
Ain't nobody slowing down no way,
Ev'rybody's stepping on their accelerator,
Don't matter where you are,
Ev'rybody's gonna need a ventilator.
When you're trapped and circled with no second chances,
Your code of living is your gun in hand.
We can't be bowed by beating, we can't be cowed by words,
Messed by cheating, ain't gonna ever learn.
Ev'rybody walking 'round,
Ev'rybody trying to step on their Creator.
Don't matter where you are, ev'rybody, ev'rybody gonna
Need some kind of ventilator, some kind of ventilator.
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
What you gonna do about it, what you gonna do?
Gonna fight it, gonna fight it?