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