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cruel shoes - my turn lyrics

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three a.m. at ‘the midtown’
i can taste it in my eyes
they still call it sunday morning
man, it feels like the middle of the night

joey’s there with some high+strung girl
who’s trying real hard to be madonna
way down at the end of the bar
there’s a guy who reminds me of my father

me, i’d like to get out of here
don’t wanna waste another year
but this town’s got a way of pulling you in
still i’d like to see how it feels to win

i’m the son of a working man
believer of the second chance
is it my turn
i’m the rider of the ‘also+ran’
thе player with the folded hand
whеn is it my turn to dance

i think a lot when i’m drinking alone
and them fears build up inside
how many shots do i get
’til i get this thing right
and that rainy day i’ve been saving for
seems like it’s never gonna come around
man, i know if i don’t make a move
i’m gonna stay right here and drown

yeah, i’d like to get out of here
i don’t wanna waste another year
but this town’s got a way of pulling you in
still i gotta know how it feels to win

i’m the son of a working man
believer of the second chance
is it my turn
i’m the rider of the ‘also+ran’
the player with the folded hand
when is it my turn
tell me it’s my turn

i’m the son of a working man
when is it my turn to dance

(son of a working man)
(son of a working man)
when is it gonna be my turn to dance
(son of a working man)
(son of a working man)

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