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Spoken in background: |
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Oh my God, what a fabulous room! |
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Are all these your guitars? |
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This place is bigger than our apartment. |
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Uh, could I have a drink of water? |
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Ya want some? Huh? |
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Oh wow! Look at this tub! |
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Wanna take a bath? |
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What're you watching? |
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Hello? |
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Are you feeling ok? |
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Day after day, |
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Our love tuens gray, |
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Like the skin on a dying man. |
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And night after night, |
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We pretend it's all right, |
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But I have grown older, |
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And you have grown colder, |
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And nothing is very much fun, anymore. |
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And I can feel, |
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One of all my turns coming on, |
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I feel, |
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Cold as a razor blade, |
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Tight as a tourniquet, |
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Dry as a funeral drum. |
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Run to the bedroom, |
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In the suitcase on the left, |
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You'll find my favorite axe. |
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Don't look so frightened, |
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This is just a passing phase, |
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One of my bad days. |
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Would you like to watch TV? |
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Or get between the sheets? |
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Or contemplate a silent freeway? |
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Would you like someing to eat? |
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Would you like to learn to fly? |
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Would ya? |
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Would you like to see me try? |
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Ooohh. No! |
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Would you like to call the cops? |
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Do you think it's time I stopped? |
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Why are you running away? |
