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Dangling skin and bones
Waiting until they have to go
I like the darkness and when it's cold
I'm like my mum, they told me so
Dog bites since it was born
And every stitch is finally torn
Maybe it's worth the price somehow
Sometimes the days are as they are
Cinnamon leave these cinnamon clothes, cinnamon bones, cinnamon sloes
Take care of cinnamon homes, cinnamon lawns, cinnamon hose
Let go the cinnamon pose, cinnamon thrones, cinnamon shows
And pray on cinnamon steeple, cinnamon pray for cinnamon people
Planes are meant to fly
That's how it is, it drags them down
I don't like highness, I don't like planes
Maybe that's why I'm not a bird
Dog bites since it was born
And every stitch is finally torn
I'm like my dad, they used to say
Cinnamons live from day to day
Cinnamon leave these cinnamon clothes, cinnamon bones, cinnamon sloes
Take care of cinnamon homes, cinnamon lawns, cinnamon hose
Let go the cinnamon pose, cinnamon thrones, cinnamon shows
And pray on cinnamon steeple, cinnamon pray for cinnamon people
Cinnamon clothes, cinnamon bones, cinnamon sloes
Take care of cinnamon homes, cinnamon lawns, cinnamon hose
Let go the cinnamon pose, cinnamon thrones, cinnamon shows
And pray on cinnamon steeple, cinnamon pray for cinnamon people