| I was silly ass bus boy, barely out of school, lonely as the setting sun
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| The joint was barely keeping pace, boss about to lose the place,
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| I just wanna have some fun!
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| Just then a man walks in with an ugly ass grin and he opens up his mouth to say:
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| «Let me take you for a ride be your shaman and your guide, show you some city
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| shit today.»
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| So I walked into his arms, left the mountains and the farms, and I opened my
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| mind.. .yeah I opened up my mind
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| To my Cinnamon, to my Cinnamon Man, etc
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| Well I got a little older, learned to play guitar and I wrote a couple simple
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| songs
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| I met a little woman in the Swedish hills and she showed me 'bout settlin' down.
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| So we had a couple kids, made some money, hit the skids — but all I kept
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| thinkin' bout
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| Was old Cinnamon, my Cinnamon Man.. .
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| Now I’m sitting all alone, got a couple kids in tow and a habit that won’t
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| leave me be
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| And all that I remember is that evening in December when old Cinnamon walked
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| out on me
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| My Cinnamon, my Cinnamon.. .man!
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| Papa Cinnamon etc.. . |