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One of My Turns (Live) - Roger Waters
Day after day love turns gray
Like the skin on a dying man
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 all of 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 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
