Cinnamon Street Roxette
[Verse]
[F#m]Grow[E]ing up, on C[B]in[A]namon Street.
[F#m]Ever[E]ywhere you look, there are lots of people to meet,[B] [A]
[F#m]It's[E] seven o'clock,, the[B] b[A]reakfast treat.
[F#m]Now [E]the schoolbus is here, hurry[B] u[A]p and grab a seat.
[Bridge]
All the [A]dreams are tiny ones,[E]
a[F#m]nother week has [B]just begun
on Cinna[F#m]mon [E]St[B]re[A]et.
[Verse]
[F#m]Ther[E]e was a girl[B], [A]on Cinnamon Street,
[F#m]the [E]same age as [B]me[A], we shared the curiosity.
[F#m]I wo[E]n her heart,[B] c[A]os I could play guitar.
[F#m]I pr[E]omised her h[B]ea[A]ven at once, and later all the stars.
[Bridge]
[A]But it all remained the same[E]
c[F#m]os things can ne[B]ver change
on Cinna[F#m]mon [E]St[B]re[A]et.
[Cborus]
[A]I can hear my heartbe[E]at
the very first time we made l[B]ove,
life was a lazy [A]rest in the s[E]un.
[A]Later we went danci[E]ng,
staying up all night l[Bm]ong
- playing all ou[A]r favourit[E]e songs,
Cinn[F#m]amon[E] songs: Oh o[B]h [A]na na na na na.
[Verse]
[F#m]I sa[E]y goodbye, t[B]o [A]Cinnamon Street.
[F#m]Spri[E]ngtime is he[B]re[A], and the air is so dry and sweet.
[F#m]I wa[E]lk in a clou[B]d,[A] the smell of cinnamon bread,
[F#m]it's[E] in my blood[B], [A]since the day I was born 'til I wake up... dead.
[Bridge]
[A]And the sun is smiling gently,[E]
a[F#m] funny shade of [B]red,
Cinnamon[F#m] Str[E]ee[B]t.[A]
[Cborus]
[A]I still hear my heart[E]beat
the very first time we made l[B]ove,
life was a lazy [A]day in the su[E]n.
[A]Later we went danci[E]ng,
hanging out all night [Bm]long
- singing all ou[A]r favourit[E]e songs,
Cinnamon[F#m] son[E]gs: Oh oh na[B] n[A]a na na na.
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