Cinnamindy Lyrics

Song	Cinnamindy
Artist	Carbon Leaf
Album	Nothing Rhymes With Woman
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	作曲 : Clark, Gravatt, Medas, Neal ...
	She longs for peace, it's her revenge
	She's a stark white pale horse rider and hell's just around the bend
	She's kids to raise, she got bills to feed
	And her pride is a higher horse than some bum of a man upon a steed
	The handle's rough, she works it smooth hardened by the pace
	The hands get tough and it transfers through
	Before the lines can reach her face
	She flies like a kite held at the other end
	Tuggin' down on a cinnamon thread, she's shreddin' in the wind
	But she reads the
	Bible, she believes the light
	She thumbs through the pages 'til the
	Good Book smolders and ignites
	She cries late at night
	No one to hold her tight like she should be cinnamindy
	Hoarse and sore, her scratchy voice soars
	Through her song like a rusty cello
	Now I lay me down to sleep, lights out, it's time to dream
	And days you'll find she make everybody smile with a last good laugh
	The days are long but she blows it all off with a wink and a little sass
	She flies like a kite held at the other end
	Tuggin' down on her cinnamon thread, she's dragged in the wind
	But she reads the
	Bible, she believes the light
	She thumbs through the pages 'til the
	Good Book smolders and ignites
	She cries late at night
	No one to hold her tight like she should be cinnamindy
	But she reads the
	Bible, she believes the light
	She thumbs through the pages 'til the
	Good Book smolders and ignites
	She cries late at night, mama just down the hall
	She cries late at night, mama curled up like a wrecking ball
	She cries late at night
	There's no one to hold her tight like she should be
	But by the morning light the cinnamon's on her cheeks
	But by the morning light she's back to being cinnamindy

	zuo qu : Clark, Gravatt, Medas, Neal ...
	She longs for peace, it' s her revenge
	She' s a stark white pale horse rider and hell' s just around the bend
	She' s kids to raise, she got bills to feed
	And her pride is a higher horse than some bum of a man upon a steed
	The handle' s rough, she works it smooth hardened by the pace
	The hands get tough and it transfers through
	Before the lines can reach her face
	She flies like a kite held at the other end
	Tuggin' down on a cinnamon thread, she' s shreddin' in the wind
	But she reads the
	Bible, she believes the light
	She thumbs through the pages ' til the
	Good Book smolders and ignites
	She cries late at night
	No one to hold her tight like she should be cinnamindy
	Hoarse and sore, her scratchy voice soars
	Through her song like a rusty cello
	Now I lay me down to sleep, lights out, it' s time to dream
	And days you' ll find she make everybody smile with a last good laugh
	The days are long but she blows it all off with a wink and a little sass
	She flies like a kite held at the other end
	Tuggin' down on her cinnamon thread, she' s dragged in the wind
	But she reads the
	Bible, she believes the light
	She thumbs through the pages ' til the
	Good Book smolders and ignites
	She cries late at night
	No one to hold her tight like she should be cinnamindy
	But she reads the
	Bible, she believes the light
	She thumbs through the pages ' til the
	Good Book smolders and ignites
	She cries late at night, mama just down the hall
	She cries late at night, mama curled up like a wrecking ball
	She cries late at night
	There' s no one to hold her tight like she should be
	But by the morning light the cinnamon' s on her cheeks
	But by the morning light she' s back to being cinnamindy

	zuò qǔ : Clark, Gravatt, Medas, Neal ...
	She longs for peace, it' s her revenge
	She' s a stark white pale horse rider and hell' s just around the bend
	She' s kids to raise, she got bills to feed
	And her pride is a higher horse than some bum of a man upon a steed
	The handle' s rough, she works it smooth hardened by the pace
	The hands get tough and it transfers through
	Before the lines can reach her face
	She flies like a kite held at the other end
	Tuggin' down on a cinnamon thread, she' s shreddin' in the wind
	But she reads the
	Bible, she believes the light
	She thumbs through the pages ' til the
	Good Book smolders and ignites
	She cries late at night
	No one to hold her tight like she should be cinnamindy
	Hoarse and sore, her scratchy voice soars
	Through her song like a rusty cello
	Now I lay me down to sleep, lights out, it' s time to dream
	And days you' ll find she make everybody smile with a last good laugh
	The days are long but she blows it all off with a wink and a little sass
	She flies like a kite held at the other end
	Tuggin' down on her cinnamon thread, she' s dragged in the wind
	But she reads the
	Bible, she believes the light
	She thumbs through the pages ' til the
	Good Book smolders and ignites
	She cries late at night
	No one to hold her tight like she should be cinnamindy
	But she reads the
	Bible, she believes the light
	She thumbs through the pages ' til the
	Good Book smolders and ignites
	She cries late at night, mama just down the hall
	She cries late at night, mama curled up like a wrecking ball
	She cries late at night
	There' s no one to hold her tight like she should be
	But by the morning light the cinnamon' s on her cheeks
	But by the morning light she' s back to being cinnamindy

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