Cinnamon

Matt Webb

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    The purple walls I'm swimming in
    It was the first and the last time
    We broke those hearts of cinnamon
    I can remember what it tastes like
    The room was moving, you were losing
    A balance and all kinds of things like me

    I heard this calling from a mile away
    Ask my friends outside if it's all okay
    Can I leave you now, and break us to pieces?
    It's gonna sting like hell when you're missing nights
    And the game's all set for the Friday fights
    But I'm so ready to break us to pieces

    A friendly face to fill the void
    You're the glue and the staple
    A parachute and we're deployed
    I can remember what it felt like
    The wind was blowing, so where we going?
    It may be far away from home
    Oh, home sweet home

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    I heard this calling from a mile away
    Ask my friends outside if it's all okay
    Can I leave you now, and break us to pieces?
    It's gonna sting like hell when you're missing nights
    And the game's all set for the Friday fights
    But I'm so ready to break us to pieces

    I say oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh oh, oh

    I heard this calling from a mile away
    Ask my friends outside if it's all okay
    Can I leave you now, and break us to pieces?
    It's gonna sting like hell when you're missing nights
    And the game's all set for the Friday fights
    But I'm so ready to break us to pieces
    Can I leave you now, and break us to pieces?

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    Composición: Matt Webb

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