One Of My Turns Pink Floyd
[C]Day after day, [Em]love turns grey
Like the [F]skin of a dying man[C]
[C]And night after night, we pre[Em]tend it's all right
But [Dm]I have grown older and
[Dm]You have grown colder and
[Dm]Nothing is very much [G7]fun anymore
And [C]I can [Em]feel [F]one of my turns coming [C]on
[C]I [Fmaj7] [Em]feel, [Dm]cold as a razor blade
[Dm]Tight as a tourniquet
[Dm]Dry as a funeral [G7]drum
[Eb]Run to the be[Bb]droom, in the [Eb]suitcase on the [Bb]left
You'll [C7]find my [Dm]fav[Bb]our[E7]ite [Dm]axe[Am] [Dm] [Am]
[Bb]Don't look so frightened
This is [Eb]just a passing phase[Bb]
One of [Dm]my bad days
[Bb]Would you [Eb]like to watch T.[Bb]V.?
Or g[Eb]et between the sheets?[Bb]
Or contem[Dm]plate the silent freeway?
[Dm]Would you like something to eat?
Would you [Eb]like to learn to fly? Would you?
Would you [Dm]like to see me try?
[D] [G] [C] [Eb] [Bb] [Eb] [Bb] [Dm] [Eb] [Bb] [Eb] [Bb] [Dm] [Am7] [Dm7] [C] Would you [Eb]like to call the cops?
[Eb]Do you think it's time I stopped?
[Gm(9]Why are you running away?
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