| My turn to impress my will upon you
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| My turn to get a word in edgewise
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| My turn to point the truth out as I see it
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| And shout it out and express my self without restraint
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| My turn to draw attention
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| My turn to take a chance
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| My turn to be the leading man
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| My turn to dance
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| My turn to decide if we should linger
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| My turn to get the punch line for a change
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| My turn to show you how I really feel
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| Or conceal myself before your very eyes up on the stage
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| My turn to call the doctor
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| My turn to draw the line
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| My turn to set this place alight
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| My turn to shine
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| My turn to be a politician’s nightmare
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| My turn at stealing flowers from a grave
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| My turn to disappear when things get too rough
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| And then appear to be the guilty one who’s not to blame
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| My turn to turn the corner
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| My turn to take the wheel
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| My turn to gamble everything
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| My turn to deal |