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Turn The Page On a long and lonesome highway East of Omaha, You can listen to the engines Moanin' out as one note song. You can think about the woman Or the girl you knew the night before. But your thoughts will soon be wandering The way they always do When you're riding sixteen hours And there's nothing much to do And you don't feel much like riding, You just wish the trip was through Chorus A: Here I am - on the road again Here I am - up on the stage There I go - playing star again There I go - turn the page So you walk into this restaurant Strung out from the road, And you feel the eyes upon you As you're shaking off the cold. You pretend it doesn't bother you But you just want to explode. Yeah, most times you can't hear 'em talk Other times you can. Oh, the same old clichès "Is it woman? Is it man?" And you always seem outnumbered You don't dare make a stand Make your stand... Chorus B: Here I am - on the road again There I am - up on the stage Here I go - playing star again There I go - turn the page Out there in the spotlight You're a million miles away. Every ounce of energy You try to give away. As the sweat pours out your body Like the music that you play Later in the evening You lie awake in bed With the echoes of the amplifiers Ringing in your head You smoke the day's last cigarette Remembrin' what she said What she said... (Chorus B) There I go - there I go... ...And I'm gone.. |
Turn The Page Metallica
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