Sananda Maitreya
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Some say it was just pneumonia
That December
But I found my love in California
That December, that December
December in the rain
Knocked out by a certain fever
That December
It made of me a true believer
That December, that December
December in the rain
These things, they take on
A mind of their own
Swept up off my feet and restless
That December
Now I’m a fool and I couldn’t care less
(Since) That December, that December
December in the rain
These things, they take on
A mind of their own
Captured by a sudden smile
That December
Blinded for a little while
That December, that December
December in the rain