| If you wake up and you’re alone
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| And every dream is gone
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| Hurry my love and run away
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| To the hills of cinnamon
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| We can voyage to the moonflowers
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| The countdown has begun
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| The last roses and the quinces and the snowdrops are waiting
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| On the hills of cinnamon
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| On the hills of cinnamon
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| So shall we bend our heads like tulips
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| With our family or friends
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| Faces close together for a photograph
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| On the hills of cinnamon
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| Or shall I see you at the retail park
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| Can I call you my Yvonne
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| Can I kiss you in the porter cabin
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| By the hills of cinnamon
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| By the hills of cinnamon
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| First there was spitfires then the Beatles
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| We thought the battle had been won
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| Now there’s just money but there’s nothing to be shared
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| Amongst the hills of cinnamon
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| Some maintain their innocence
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| And some say «see you anon»
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| Me, I’ll just take my chances in the hills
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| The hills of cinnamon
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| In the hills of cinnamon
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| How did you lose your accent?
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| I’m asking for a friend
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| For there ain’t no use in trying to forget you come
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| From the hills of cinnamon
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| From the hills of cinnamon
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| I hear the sound of the cicadas
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| Throughout the ruins of this old barn
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| Palm Sunday in Lafayette is dragging on
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| By the hills of cinnamon
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| So who goes and who gets left behind
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| With just a shelter of chiffon
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| Close your eyes, fall in love and dream again
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| On the hills of cinnamon
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| On the hills of cinnamon |