Answer
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Cinnamon
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in
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my
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teeth
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from
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your
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kiss,
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you're
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touching
|
me
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All
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the
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pills
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that
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you
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take
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Violet,
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blue,
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green,
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red
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to
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keep
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me
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at
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arm's
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length
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don't
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work
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You
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try
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to
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push
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me
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out,
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but
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I
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just
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find
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my
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way
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back
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in
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Violet,
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blue,
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green,
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red
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to
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keep
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me
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out,
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I
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win
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There's
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things
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I
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wanna
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say
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to
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you,
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but
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I'll
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just
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let
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you
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live
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Like
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if
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you
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hold
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me
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without
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hurting
|
me
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You’ll
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be
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the
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first
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who
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ever
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did
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There’s
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things
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I
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wanna
|
talk
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about,
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but
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better
|
not
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to
|
give
|
But
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if
|
you
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hold
|
me
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without
|
hurting
|
me
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You’ll
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be
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the
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first
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who
|
ever
|
did
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Ah, ah, ah,
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ah, ah, ah
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Hold
|
me,
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love
|
me,
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touch
|
me,
|
honey
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Be
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the
|
first
|
who
|
ever
|
did
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Ah, ah, ah,
|
ah, ah, ah
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Hold
|
me,
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love
|
me,
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touch
|
me,
|
honey
|
Be
|
the
|
first
|
who
|
ever
|
did
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Kerosene
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in
|
my
|
hands
|
You
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make
|
me
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mad,
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on
|
fire
|
again
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All
|
the
|
pills
|
that
|
you
|
take
|
Violet,
|
blue,
|
green,
|
red
|
to
|
keep
|
me
|
at
|
arm's
|
length
|
don't
|
work
|
There's
|
things
|
I
|
wanna
|
say
|
to
|
you,
|
but
|
I'll
|
just
|
let
|
you
|
live
|
Like
|
if
|
you
|
hold
|
me
|
without
|
hurting
|
me
|
You’ll
|
be
|
the
|
first
|
who
|
ever
|
did
|
There’s
|
things
|
I
|
wanna
|
talk
|
about,
|
but
|
better
|
not
|
to
|
give
|
But
|
if
|
you
|
hold
|
me
|
without
|
hurting
|
me
|
You’ll
|
be
|
the
|
first
|
who
|
ever
|
did
|
Ah, ah, ah,
|
ah, ah, ah
|
Hold
|
me,
|
love
|
me,
|
touch
|
me,
|
honey
|
Be
|
the
|
first
|
who
|
ever
|
did
|
Ah, ah, ah,
|
ah, ah, ah
|
Hold
|
me,
|
love
|
me,
|
touch
|
me,
|
honey
|
Be
|
the
|
first
|
who
|
ever
|
did
|
There's
|
things
|
I
|
wanna
|
say
|
to
|
you,
|
but
|
I'll
|
just
|
let
|
you
|
live
|
Like
|
if
|
you
|
hold
|
me
|
without
|
hurting
|
me
|
You’ll
|
be
|
the
|
first
|
who
|
ever
|
did
|
There’s
|
things
|
I
|
wanna
|
talk
|
about,
|
but
|
better
|
not
|
to
|
give
|
Like
|
if
|
you
|
hold
|
me
|
without
|
hurting
|
me
|
You’ll
|
be
|
the
|
first
|
who
|
ever
|
did
|
|
I could be happy the rest of my life with a cinnamon girl
A dreamer of pictures I run in the night
You see us together chasing the moonlight
My cinnamon girl
Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow
Singer relaxes and waits between shows
For the cinnamon girl
A dreamer of pictures
I run in the night
You see us together
Chasing the moonlight
My cinnamon girl
Pa sent me money now
You know I'll make it somehow
I need another chance
You see your baby love details
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoops, wrong song.