| Cinnamon planes fly by keeping an eye
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| Floating through her purple cotton clouds
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| Ready to fall back down into the crowd
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| But words all lose their meaning in their artificial sea
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| All expectations tend to stay afloat
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| Falling from her sky
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| You’ll see her love is just a lie in sugarcoat
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| Sweet wine is dripping from your heart
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| While poison honey’s running through your blood
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| Flower on her lips that you admire
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| Her words that got you blinded by desire
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| But words all lose their meaning in their artificial sea
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| All expectations tend to stay afloat
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| Falling from her sky
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| You’ll see her love is just a lie in sugarcoat
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| The taste of her tongue
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| It won’t last long
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| A sugar rush to the heart, so strong
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| It sings you a song
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| And it won’t last long
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| A sugar rush to the heart, she’s gone
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| Her lips still burning on your skin
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| Now she’s gone and the walls come closing in
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| She said, she’d never let you go
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| The taste of her tongue
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| It won’t last long
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| A sugar rush to the heart, so strong
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| It sings you a song
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| It won’t last long
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| A sugar rush to the heart, she’s gone
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| Her lips still burning on your skin |