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Turn The Page (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

mmm yeh yeh
a special smile
a certain touch
i never had a love that i loved so much
when i look back you’re everywhere
turn the page
you were there

my very best friend
my summer day
my only someone to depend on when i’ve lost my way
you came and answered my every prayer
turn the page
you were there

what would i do if some strange morning
i opened my eyes to find you gone
i can’t imagine how i would survive that
find another reason to go on

my one sure thing
my solid ground
all i ever wanted was the love that we found
when i look back you’re everywhere
turn the page
you were there

what would i do if some strange morning
i opened my eyes to find you gone
i can’t imagine how i would survive that
can’t imagine how i would go on

a special smile
a certain touch
i never had a love that i loved so much
when i look back you’re everywhere
turn the page
you were there

you came and answered my every prayer
turn the page
you were there

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Turn The Page (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

on a long and lonesome highway, east of omaha.
You can listen to the engine moaning out it’s one lone 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 your 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.
Say, 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.
Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road,
You can feel the eyes upon you as your shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn’t bother you, but you just want to explode.
Most times you can’t hear em talk, other times you can.
Oh the same old cliche, is that a woman or a man
And you always seem outnumbered, you don’t dare make a stand.
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 as you lie awake in bed,
With the echos from the amplifiers ringing in your head,
You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said.
Now 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.
Here i am, on the road again. there i am, up on the stage.
Here i go, playing star again.
There i go, there i go.

Turn The Page (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

on a long and lonesome highway, east of omaha.
You can listen to the engine moaning out it’s one lone song
You can think about woman, or the girl you knew the night before,
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do.
When your 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.
Say, 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.
Well you walk into a restaurant, strung out from the road,
You can feel the eyes upon you as your shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn’t bother you, but you just want to explode.
Most times you can’t hear em talk, other times you can.
Oh the same old cliche, as that woman on her a man
You always see my number, you don’t dare make a stand.
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 your a million miles away,
Every ounce of energy, you try and give away,
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play.
Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed,
With the echo from the amplifiers ringing in your head,
You smoke the days last cigarette, remembering what she said.
Now 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.
Here i am, on the road again. there i am, up on the stage.
Ah here i go, playing star again.
There i go, there i go.

Turn The Page (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’m out here on my own
Please pick up the phone
I’m hiding from the morning
Inside the dead of night
You left without a warning
You left me here behind
And I’m deep inside my soul
But I can’t find my way back home
I’m hiding from the moment
That’s never far behind
Hiding from the moment
That makes everything alright
I run, run away from
But can’t turn the page
I knew it all along
You never try to change
I run, run away from
But can’t turn the page
I knew it all along
You never try to change
Now I’m floating endlessly
Unpacking all my dreams
Funny how we hurry
To hold the hands of time
Funny how we worry
We cant control this life.
I run, run away from
But can’t turn the page
I knew it all along
You never try to change
I run, run away from
But can’t turn the page
I knew it all along
You never try to change..

Turn The Page (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson

Nothing can survive in a vacuum
No one can exists all alone
We pretend things only happen to strangers
We’ve all got problems of our own

It’s enough to learn
To share our pleasures
We can’t sooth pain with sympathy
All that we can do is be reminded —
We shake our heads at the tragedy

Every day we’re standing
In a time capsule
Racing down a river from the past
Every day we’re standing
In a wind tunnel
Facing down the future coming fast

It’s just the age
It’s just a stage —
We disengage —
We turn the page…

Looking at
The long-range forecast
Catching all the names in the news
Checking out
The state of the nation
Learning the environmental blues

Truth is after all a moving target
Hairs to split,
And pieces that don’t fit how can anybody be enlightened?
Truth is after all so poorly lit

Turn the Page (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Nothing can survive in a vacuum
No one can exists all alone
We pretend things only happen to strangers
We’ve all got problems of our own
It’s enough to learn to share our pleasures
We can’t soothe pain with sympathy
All that we can do is be reminded
We shake our heads at the tragedy

Every day we’re standing in a time capsule
Racing down a river from the past
Every day we’re standing in a wind tunnel
Facing down the future coming fast

Looking at the long-range forecast
Catching all the names in the news
Checking out the state of the nation
Learning the environmental blues
Truth is after all a moving target
Hairs to split, and pieces that don’t fit
How can anybody be enlightened?
Truth is after all so poorly lit

It’s just the age
It’s just a stage
We disengage
We turn the page.
Every day we’re standing in a time capsule
(It’s just a stage)
We disengage, we turn the page
Racing down the river running fast
Every day we’re standing in a wind tunnel
(It’s just a stage)
We disengage, we turn the page
Facing down the future coming fast

Repeat

Turn The Page (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

You chose with age
To speak with a prima ballerina’s rage
And speak of all the kingdoms
That would swoop down
Stick around
Then proceed to ignore you

No flash pot pan, guitar man
Or resurrected apollo myth
To seal your fate
Feed your plate
And just plain worship and adore you
But the pills you swill
Bring you no thrill
So travel lightly on the wing this time
Leaving all your baggage behind

As you wander through your vagabond stage
And find yourself shovelling shit
With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade
You must not be afraid
You must turn the page

You wore your goddess down
In jaundiced disarray
Your halo fell into decay
Swiped by those you loved
But could not hold in sway behind you
And then the dry spell leaves
At a low shutter speed
Long enough for you to see
That you create your own reality
And that the wait alone will not enshrine you
And the war that you swore
Would pour through your door
To come to your rescue this time
Is all in your mind

Now as you wander through your vagabond stage
And you find yourself shovelling shit
With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade
And you find yourself kicking dirt around
With your paris green pumps
Of pentacles and precious jade
You must not be afraid
You must turn the page

You dreamt a world of things
Like you were a duchess born
Or coretta scott king
And the queen does not invite you over for a tea at her gaff
In scotland
Or in buckingham’s back-yard

Now i’m sure ‘van the man’ of whom i’m a fan
Can surely understand
As he said "it is not why, it just is."
So therefore you need not remain scarred
And in time you’ll find
That your salvation is mine
As you travel lightly on the wing this time
Leaving all your baggage behind

Now as you wander through your vagabond stage
And you find yourself shovelling shit
With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade
And you find yourself kicking dirt around
With your paris green pumps
Of pentacles and precious jade
Pulling the roots from your hair
Dyed from a bottle
You saw in a windows with
An ‘everything must go!!’ sale sign
Prominently displayed

And yet waiting for your dancing
On the edge of a precipice heart to sing
Those serenading soul songs
That fulfillingness and consciousness brings
Releasing you from your captive cage
Replacing love for all your rage
Turning your hope on a rope’s magic pope kaleidoscope
Into a rabbit’s foot parade
You must not be afraid
(eyes forward babe)
You must turn the page

One thing is sure
And that is change
When the water’s rising
You can’t remain
Move to dry land
Move to dry land
You’ve got to move on

Turn The Page (Letra)

Aaliyah

Aaliyah

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(originally recorded by bob seger)

On a long and lonely highway east of omaha
you can listen to the engine, moanin out as one long 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:
but here I am, on the road again
here I am, up on the stage
here I go, playing the star again
there I go, turn the page

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
sometimes you can here ‘em talk, other times you can’t;

all the same ‘ole cliches: is that a woman or a man?
and you always seem outnumbered, you dare not make a stand
Make your stand

CHORUS

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
Yeah, Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the amplifiers ringing in your head
You smoke the day’s last cigarette, remembering what she said
What she said

He-ey
Yeah

CHORUS

There I go, turn the page
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go, yeah
There I go
There I go

And I’m gone