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        F#m E B
Growing up
    A         F#m  E B
On Cinnamon Street.
A      F#m      E              B  A
Everywhere you look there are lots
              F#m E B A
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

                        E
All the dreams are tiny ones,
         F#m             B
Another week has just begun
              F#m E B A F#m E B A
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

She promised me heaven at once
And later all the stars
But it all remained the same
Cos things can never change
On Cinnamon Street

Chorus:
               A
On Cinnamon Street. I can hear my heartbeat
E                            Bm
The very first time we made love,
                 A           E
life was a lazy rest in the sun.
A
Later we went dancing,
E                     Bm
Staying up all night long
                 A         E
Playing all our favourite songs,
          F#m
Cinnamon songs:
   E    B   A           F#m
Wo-oh, nah nah nah nah nah.
   E    B   A  F#m
Wo-oh, nah nah.
   E    B   A           F#m
Wo-oh, nah nah nah nah nah.
   E   B
Wo-oh,  yeah.

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

chorus