Текст песни Roger Waters - One Of My Turns
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Day after dayLove turns grayLike the skin on a dying manNight after nightWe pretend it`s all rightBut I have grown olderAnd you have grown colderAnd nothing is very much fun, anymoreAnd I can feelOne of all my turns coming onI feelCold as a razor bladeTight as a tourniquetDry as a funeral drumRun to the bedroomIn the suitcase on the leftYou`ll find my favorite axeDon`t look so frightenedThis is just a passing phaseOne of my bad daysWould you like to watch TV?Or get between the sheets?Or contemplate the silent freeway?Would you like something to eat?Would you like to learn to fly?Would you like to see me try?Would you like to call the cops?Do you think it`s time I stopped?Why are you running away?