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Why drink the water |
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from my hand? |
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Contagious as you think I am |
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Just tilt my sun towards |
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your domain. |
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Your cup runneth over again. |
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Don't scream about |
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Don't think aloud |
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Turn your head now baby |
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Just spit me out |
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Don't worry about |
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Don't speak of doubt |
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Turn your head now baby |
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Just spit me out |
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Why follow me to higher ground? |
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Lost as you swear I am. |
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Don't throw away your basic needs, |
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Ambiance and vanity. |
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December promise you gave unto me |
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December whispers of treachery |
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December clouds are now covering me |
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December songs no longer I sing |
