Cinderella Waltz

from by The If Onlys

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lyrics

like a shoe made of glass or a dream thrown in the trash
i'm only so strong
fleeing the dances for fictitious romances, they'll all be mine
for a song

with the hour getting late i feel like an old mix tape
a relic of the past
shine though i may by the light of the day i'm losing my luster
so fast

and i wane, wane, wane by the waxing of the moon
and i turn, turn, turn into a pumpkin soon
and i dance, dance, dance till the slippers are gone
and i turn into a pumpkin till the dawn

i'm a music box ballerina, infinity's not a thing i do
i just dance when i'm wound
at the end of my reel i'm starting to feel a little bit slow
in my sound

i don't jump peak to peak. i wander through whispering creeks
in a flower filled valley
frolicking freely in fun loving folly i'm falling, i'm falling,i fall
to sleep

and i wane, wane, wane by the waxing of the moon
and i turn, turn, turn into a pumpkin soon
and i dance, dance, dance till the slippers are gone
and i turn into a pumpkin till the dawn

So before we go home, in duos, trios, or alone, give me a
kiss before you leave
we're not all prince charming it might be alarming for you to show up
with a shoe up your sleeve

let's get our kicks when we can, before we kick the can
or a bucket of sandman's dust
there'll be magic tomorrow, more joys and more sorrow,
get together for tea
surely we must

and i wane, wane, wane by the waxing of the moon
and i turn, turn, turn into a pumpkin soon
and i dance, dance, dance till the slippers are gone
and i turn into a pumpkin till the dawn

credits

from Titular Album, released July 18, 2015

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The If Onlys Austin, Texas

Luke Malone - guitar, vocals, ukulele, accordion
Lollie Pascuolie - vocals, percussion
Nina Barker- violin,vocals
Justin Haynes - bass, tuba, vocals

Thus far, all band decisions have been made telepathically.
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