BassPlayer666
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Day after day
a love turns grey
like the skin of a dieing man,
and night after night we pretend its allright, but I have growen older and you have growen colder,
and nothing is very much fun anymore,
and I feel one of my turns coming on.
and I feel
Cold as a razor blade
tight as a turnoqet
dry as a funarul drum
a love turns grey
like the skin of a dieing man,
and night after night we pretend its allright, but I have growen older and you have growen colder,
and nothing is very much fun anymore,
and I feel one of my turns coming on.
and I feel
Cold as a razor blade
tight as a turnoqet
dry as a funarul drum