Collective Soul:December

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Why drink the water, from my hand
Contagious as you think I am

Just tip 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 'bout, 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

Don't scream about, Don't think aloud
Turn your head, now baby just spit me out
Don't worry 'bout, Don't speak of doubt
Turn your head, now baby just spit me out

Don't scream about, Don't think aloud
Turn your head, now baby just spit me out
Don't worry 'bout, Don't speak of doubt
Turn your head, now baby just spit me out

December promise, you gave unto me
December whispers of tragedy

December clouds, are now covering me
December songs, here no longer I sing

December promise, you gave unto me
December whispers of tragedy

December clouds, are now covering me
December songs, here no longer I sing

Don't scream about, don't think aloud
(December promise, you gave unto me)

Turn your head, now baby just spit me out
(December whispers of tragedy)

Don't worry 'bout, Don't speak of doubt
(December clouds, are now covering me)

Turn your head, now baby just spit me out
(December songs, here no longer I sing)

Don't scream about, don't think aloud
(December promise, you gave unto me)

Turn your head, now baby just spit me out
(December whispers of tragedy)

Don't worry 'bout, Don't speak of doubt
(December clouds, are now covering me)

Turn your head, now baby just spit me out
(December songs, here no longer I sing)

Don't scream about, don't think aloud
(December promise, you gave unto me)

Turn your head, now baby just spit me out
(December whispers of tragedy)

Don't worry 'bout, Don't speak of doubt
(December clouds, are now covering me)

Turn your head, now baby just spit me out
(December songs, here no longer I sing)