Cinnamon
The purple walls I'm swimming in
\r\nIt was the first and the last time
\r\nWe broke those hearts of cinnamon
\r\nI can remember what it tastes like
\r\nThe room was moving, you were losing
\r\nA balance and all kinds of things like me
\r\n
\r\nI heard this calling from a mile away
\r\nAsk my friends outside if it's all okay
\r\nCan I leave you now, and break us to pieces?
\r\nIt's gonna sting like hell when you're missing nights
\r\nAnd the game's all set for the Friday fights
\r\nBut I'm so ready to break us to pieces
\r\n
\r\nA friendly face to fill the void
\r\nYou're the glue and the staple
\r\nA parachute and we're deployed
\r\nI can remember what it felt like
\r\nThe wind was blowing, so where we going?
\r\nIt may be far away from home
\r\nOh, home sweet home
\r\n
\r\nI heard this calling from a mile away
\r\nAsk my friends outside if it's all okay
\r\nCan I leave you now, and break us to pieces?
\r\nIt's gonna sting like hell when you're missing nights
\r\nAnd the game's all set for the Friday fights
\r\nBut I'm so ready to break us to pieces
\r\n
\r\nI say oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh
\r\nOh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh
\r\nOh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh, oh
\r\n
\r\nI heard this calling from a mile away
\r\nAsk my friends outside if it's all okay
\r\nCan I leave you now, and break us to pieces?
\r\nIt's gonna sting like hell when you're missing nights
\r\nAnd the game's all set for the Friday fights
\r\nBut I'm so ready to break us to pieces
\r\n
\r\nCan I leave you now, and break us to pieces?
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