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Terence Trent D'Arby
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Turn the Page
作詞：Terence Trent D'arby
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 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
Now as you wander through your vagabond stage
And you find yourself shoveling 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 but listen to me
As you wander through your vagabond stage
And you find yourself shoveling 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
Because I love you and you're my friend
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I gotta tell you these facts
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
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'
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
As you wander through your vagabond stage
And you find yourself shoveling 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 got to 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, hit it
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