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it's true. that's all they do.
sun through the curtains, i gave you a sign
the birds were all quiet, you were so quiet
some hear a call, some are the messengers
i thumb through the pictures and know them all
they said, do you remember when you saw her last?
i said, her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon
i have too many stories keeping it serious
some are collectors, keeping it straight
it was a hospital, i was delirious
i clung to the stretcher, i drew them a heart
they said, do you remember when you saw her last?
i said, her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon
two gondolas to carry us
grand via was hilarious
st. paul was there to marry us
but we lied, we're already married
'cause here's proof, we have suntans
and i spoke up with my new hands
listen to my car, what's it telling us?
start... please start
they said, do you remember when you saw her last?
i said, her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon
is it spring where you are? i waited all winter
chasing the lamp cords back to the wall
it's a plausible scenario
i clung to the stretcher, i drew them a heart
they said, do you remember when you saw her last?
i said, her skin is cinnamon, her skin is cinnamon
her skin is cinnamon