Текст песни December, Collective Soul
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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 Turn 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 promise you gave unto me December whispers of treachery December clouds are now covering me December songs no longer I sing |