Growing up
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on Cinnamon Street.
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Everywhere you look
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there are lots of people to meet,
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it's seven o'clock,
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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
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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
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cos I could play guitar.
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I promised her 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:
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Oh oh na na na na na.
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I say goodbye
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to Cinnamon Street.
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Springtime is here
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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
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since the day I was born
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'til I wake up... dead.
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And the sun is smiling gently,
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a funny shade of red,
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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:
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Oh oh na na na na na na.
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Cinnamon Street
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| Roxette |
