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• Artiste: Matt Webb
• Titre: Cinnamon
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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 taste like The room was moving, you were losing A balance and all kinds of things like me I heart this coming 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 gang'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? Maybe far away from home Oh, home sweet home I heart this coming 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 coming 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?