
One Of My Turns (1982 Remix) Pink Floyd (Ft. Jenny Wright)
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[Intro: Jenny Wright]
“Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?”
"This place is bigger than our apartment!”
“Um, can I get a drink of water?”
“Can I get you a drink of water?”
“Oh, wow! Hey, look at this tub! Wanna take a bath?”
“What are you watching?”
“Hello?” (Hello?, Hello?, Hello?...)
“Are you feeling okay?” (Okay?, Okay?, Okay?...)
[Verse 1: Roger Waters]
Day after day, the love turns gray
Like the skin of the 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 any more
And I can feel one of my turns coming on
I feel cold as a razor blade, tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum
[Verse 2: Roger Waters]
Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on thе left
You'll find my favourite axe
Don't look so frightеned, 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 ya? Would you like to see me try?
Ah, no!
“Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?”
"This place is bigger than our apartment!”
“Um, can I get a drink of water?”
“Can I get you a drink of water?”
“Oh, wow! Hey, look at this tub! Wanna take a bath?”
“What are you watching?”
“Hello?” (Hello?, Hello?, Hello?...)
“Are you feeling okay?” (Okay?, Okay?, Okay?...)
[Verse 1: Roger Waters]
Day after day, the love turns gray
Like the skin of the 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 any more
And I can feel one of my turns coming on
I feel cold as a razor blade, tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum
[Verse 2: Roger Waters]
Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on thе left
You'll find my favourite axe
Don't look so frightеned, 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 ya? Would you like to see me try?
Ah, no!
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