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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?
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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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