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Talk too much, you can look but you should not touch
What’s your hurry why are you so rushed? Can’t speak cause you hold too much
See her face and it makes you blush, at the party from across the rush,
it’s a second but it don’t take much, one look and you’re so in love!
Now you know I feel that cinnamon ‘cause it’s filling up in my blood,
Don’t you think that you’ve had enough, why’d you wanna make life so tough?
Now you know I feel that cinnamon ‘cause it’s filling up in my lungs
Don’t you wanna just turn and run, hey remember when this was fun?
Hold your breath, you’ll get through this just like all the rest,
Yea it’s stupid but you do your best, you’ve got plenty but you wont take less!
On the floor and it’s such a mess, all the things that you could ingest
One more body in the great wide west, close your eyes so you can’t see death
Now you know I feel that cinnamon ‘cause it’s filling up in my blood,
Don’t you think that you’ve had enough, why’d you wanna make life so tough?
Now you know I feel that cinnamon ‘cause it’s filling up in my lungs
Don’t you wanna just turn and run, hey remember when this was fun?
Talk too much, why don’t you just shut the fuck up?
Have you really not said enough, do you wanna see me get tough?
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Turn a tone, turn a tone, to my telephone, to my telephone
Take it back, with the slack, you left me hanging from your rope, from the cord of my telephone
Too my telephone, to my telephone,
when I’m on my own, with my telephone
Leave me here, say you’re near, but I feel like I’m on my own,
It’s not you it’s a telephone
Too my telephone, to my telephone,
when I’m on my own, with my telephone
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