Saturday night's couplings brunch sunday morning count how many ways they have to say nothing shame changes shapes makes a name doom outgrown shiverprone proven shimmerproof even christ carpenter bulit crosses and judas braved himself able to betray for only love i don't want you to do anything you don't want to so don'tish and sulking always a catch of some kind i guess but no matter how big your bid eyes you don't know me anymore it's the singer not the song and you've got some fucking technique baby

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Sympathy For The Rolling Stones song meanings
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    General Commenthow come no one commented on this? fuck, this song plays out so well it hurts. the ballad to a confused heart. much like the record.
    zombielkon May 29, 2007   Link
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    General CommentNo doubt one of the best (if not the best) tracks on Live In Chicago, 1999.
    RecoveringPainon May 27, 2009   Link

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