(Seger)
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[Originally recorded by Bob Seger]
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on a long and lonesome highway east of omaha
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you can listen to the engines, moanin out as one long song
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you can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before
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but your thoughts will soon be wandering the way they always do
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when you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing much to do
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you don't feel much like ridin', you just wish the trip was through
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[Chorus:]
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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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you walk into a restaraunt, strung out from the road
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and you feel the eyes upon you, as you're shaking off the cold
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you pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode
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and most times you can hear 'em talk, other times you can't
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all the same 'ole cliches: is that a woman oris that a man?
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and you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand, make your stand.
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[Chorus]
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out there in the spotlight, your a million miles away
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every ounce of energy, you try to give away
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and the sweat pours from your body, 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 echos of the amplifiers, ringin' in your head
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you smoke the days last cigarette, rememberin' what she said
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Turn The Page
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Metallica |