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[00:00.66]Day after day,
[00:03.90]our love tuens gray,
[00:06.68]like the skin on a dying man.
[00:13.91]and night after night,
[00:16.54]We pretend it's all right,
[00:20.27]but I have grown older,
[00:23.51]and you have grown colder,
[00:26.90]and nothing is very much fun, anymore.
[00:33.51]and I can feel,
[00:40.19]one of all my turns coming on,
[00:47.02]I feel,
[00:53.34]Cold as a razor blade
[00:56.73]Tight as a tourniquet,
[01:00.02]Dry as a funeral drum.
[01:08.73]Run to the bedroom,
[01:10.65]In the suitcase on the left,
[01:12.87]you'll find my favorite axe.
[01:19.25]Don't look so frightened,
[01:21.77]This is just a passing phase,
[01:24.25]one of my bad days.
[01:30.06]would you like to watch tv?
[01:33.00]or get between the sheets?
[01:34.96]or contemplate a silent freeway?
[01:38.35]would you like something to eat?
[01:41.08]would you like to learn to fly?
[01:46.44]would you like to see me try?
[02:24.40]would you like to call the cops?
[02:27.33]do you think it's time i stopped?
[02:30.76]why are you running away?