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Download this file One Of My Turns [ Oh my God, what a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars? This place is bigger than our apartment. Uh, could I have a drink of water? Ya want some? Huh? Oh wow! Look at this tub! Wanna take a bath? What're you watching? Hello? Are you feeling ok? ] Day after day, Our love turns gray, Like the skin on a dying man. And night after night, We pretend it's all right, But I have grown older, And you have grown colder, And nothing is very much fun, anymore. And I can feel, One of all my turns coming on. I feel, Cold as a razor blade, Tight as a tourniquet, Dry as a funeral drum. Run to the bedroom, In the suitcase on the left, You'll find my favorite axe. Don't look so frightened, This is just a passing phase, One of my bad days. Would you like to watch TV? Or get between the sheets? Or contemplate a silent freeway? Would you like something to eat? Would you like to learn to fly? -- Would ya? Would you like to see me try? Ooohh. No! Would you like to call the cops? Do you think it's time I stopped? Why are you running away?
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