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Cinnamon patrol

Mr and Mrs Lili Wedding

 

Pepper

Marky got with Sharon
And Sharon got Cherese
She was sharing
Sharon's outlook
On the topic of disease
Mikey had a facial scar
And
Bobby was a racist
They were all in love with dyin'
They were doing it
in Texas
Tommy played piano
Like a kid out in the rain
Then he lost
his leg in Dallas
He was dancing with a train
They were all in love with
dyin'
They were drinking from a fountain
That was pouring like an
avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my
clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know
just how to look
Through other people's eyes

Some will die in hot
pursuit
In fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While
sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it
from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the
mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I
can taste you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through
other people's eyes

Another Mikey took a knife
While arguing in
traffic
Flipper died a natural death
He caught a nasty virus
Then
there was the ever-present
Football player rapist
They were all in love
with dyin'
They were doing it in Texas
Pauly caught a bullet
But it
only hit his leg
Well it should have been a better shot
He got him in
the head
They were all in love with dyin'
They were drinking from a
fountain
That was pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain

I don't mind the sun sometimes
The images it shows
I can taste
you on my lips
And smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary
And
softly spoken lies
You never know just how you look
Through other
people's eyes

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Anonymous Katie Says:

My God, I love that song.

 

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