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.
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.