[Intro]
"Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?"
("I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you")
"God! This place is bigger than our apartment!"
("Let me know when you're entering a room")
("Yes sir")
"Um, can I get a drink of water?"
("I was wondering about")
"You want some, huh?"
("Yes")
"Oh wow! Hey, look at this tub! Wanna take a bath?"
("I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us, for her main")
"What are you watching?"
("If you'll just let me know as soon as you can, Mrs Bancroft") ("Mrs Bancroft")
"Hello?"
("I don't understand")
"Are you feeling okay?"
[Verse 1]
Day after day, the love turns gray
Like the skin of 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 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
"Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?"
("I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you")
"God! This place is bigger than our apartment!"
("Let me know when you're entering a room")
("Yes sir")
"Um, can I get a drink of water?"
("I was wondering about")
"You want some, huh?"
("Yes")
"Oh wow! Hey, look at this tub! Wanna take a bath?"
("I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us, for her main")
"What are you watching?"
("If you'll just let me know as soon as you can, Mrs Bancroft") ("Mrs Bancroft")
"Hello?"
("I don't understand")
"Are you feeling okay?"
[Verse 1]
Day after day, the love turns gray
Like the skin of 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 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
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