| Sun through the curtains
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| I gave you a sign
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| The birds all were quiet
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| You were so quiet
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| Some hear a call
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| Some are the messengers
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| I thumb through the pictures
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| And know them all
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| They said, do you remember where you saw her last
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| I said, her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon
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| Do you remember where you saw her last
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| I said, her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon
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| I have too many stories
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| Keeping it serious
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| Some are collectors
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| Keeping it straight
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| It was a hospital
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| I was delirious
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| I clung to the stretcher
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| I drew them a heart
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| They said, do you remember where you saw her last
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| I said, her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon
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| Do you remember where you saw her last
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| I said, her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon
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| Her skin is cinnamon
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| Her skin is cinnamon
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| Two gondolas to carry us
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| Grand view was hilarious
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| St. paul was there to marry us
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| We lied, we’re already married
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| Cos, here’s proof, we have suntans
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| And i spoke up with my new hands
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| Listen to my car
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| What’s it telling us
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| Start… please start… please start
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| Do you remember where you saw her last
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| I said, her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon
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| Do you remember where you saw her last
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| I said, her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon
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| Is it spring where you are
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| I waited all winter
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| Chasing the lampcords back to the wall
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| It’s a plausible scenario
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| I clung to the stretcher
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| I drew them a heart
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| They said, do you remember where you saw her last
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| I said, her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon
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| Do you remember where you saw her last
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| I said, her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon
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| Her skin is cinnamon
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| Her skin is cinnamon
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| Her skin is cinnamon
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| Her skin is cinnamon |