Why drink the water from my hand?
Contagious as you think I am
Just tilt my sun towards your domain.
Your cup runneth over again.

Don t scream about
Don t think aloud
Turn your head now baby
Just spit me out
Don t worry about
Don t speak of doubt
Tourn your head now baby
Just spit me out

Why follow me to higher ground?
Lost as you swear I am.
Don t throw away your basic needs
Ambiance and vanity.

December promice you have unto me
December whispers of treachery
December clouds are now covering me
December songs no longer I sing

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