Tekstovi: Roxette. Cinnamon Street.

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Growing up on Cinnamon Street.
Everywhere you look there are lots of people to meet,
it's seven o'clock, 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.
Well 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,
it's 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.