| Growing up on Cinnamon Street
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| Everywhere you look there
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| Are lots of people to meet
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| It’s seven o’clock, the breakfast treat
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| Now the schoolbus is here
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| Hurry up and grab a seat
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| All the dreams are tiny ones
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| Another week has just begun
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| On Cinnamon Street
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| There was a girl on Cinnamon Street
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| The same age as me
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| We shared the curiosity
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| I won her heart cos I could play guitar
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| She promised me heaven at once
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| And later all the stars
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| But it all remained the same
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| Cos things can never change
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| On Cinnamon Street
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| I can hear my heartbeat
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| The very first time we made love
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| Life was a lazy rest in the sun
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| Later we went dancing
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| Staying up all night long
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| — playing all our favourite songs
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| Cinnamon songs: Oh oh na na na na na
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| I say goodbye to Cinnamon Street
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| Springtime is here and the air is so dry and sweet
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| I walk in a cloud
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| The smell of cinnamon bread
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| It’s in my blood since the day
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| I was born 'til I wake up… dead
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| And the sun is smiling gently
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| A funny shade of red, Cinnamon Street
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| I still feel my heartbeat
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| The very first time we made love
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| Life was a lazy day in the sun
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| Later we went dancing
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| Hanging out all night long
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| — singing all our favourite songs
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| Cinnamon songs: Oh oh na na na na na na |