Nhạc sĩ: Greg Laswell
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December is gone
And on
and on
I swore that I'd go
to the end of this one
But January,
it ended my bus With
just enough to finish
me off
Could I be losing
my angle on you
With every day
that I
don't come through
Could I be losing my angle on you With every day
that I
don't come through
The
plans always lay me out But this time
last year I was gonna be an astronaut
My words weigh
less and less I fear soon
They'll just float up
to the moon with you
With every day that I don't come through
Could I be losing my angle on you
With every day that I don't come through That I
don't come through