Metallica - Turn the Page
On a long and lonesome highway east of Omaha
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You can listen to the engine,
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moanin' out his one note song
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You can think about the woman,
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Or the girl you knew the night before
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But your thoughts will soon be wandering
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the way they always do
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When you're ridin' sixteen hours
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and there's nothing much to do
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And you don't feel much like ridin',
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you just wish the trip was through
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but here I am, on the road again
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here I am, up on the stage
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here I go, playing the star again
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there I go, turn the page
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So you walk into this restaurant,
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strung out from the road
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and you feel the eyes upon you,
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as your shaking off the cold
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you pretend it doesn't bother you,
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but you just want to explode
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Yeah, most times you can't hear 'Ebmtalk,
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other times you can
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All the same old cliches
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"Is that a woman or a man?"
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And you always seEbmoutnumbered,
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You don't dare make a stand
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Make your stand
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Out there in the spotlight
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You're a million miles away
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Every ounce of energy You try to give away
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As the sweat pours out your body
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Like the music that you play
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Later in the evening As you lie awake in bed
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With the echoes from the amplifiers
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Ringin' in your head
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You smoke the day's last cigarette
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Rememberin' what she said
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What she said
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Yeahh and here I am, on the road again
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There I am, up on the stage
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here I go, playing the star again
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And there I go, turn the page
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And there I go, turn that page
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And there I go, yeah yeah
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there I go yeah yeah yeah
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there I go, yeah there I go yeah
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there I go wow wow there I go
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