Little Earthquakes
Yellow bird flying gets shot in the wing
Good year for hunters and Christmas parties
And I hate and I hate and I hate
And I hate elevator music
The way we fight
The way I*m left here silent
Oh these little earthquakes
Here we go again
These little earthquakes
Doesn*t take much to rip us into pieces
We danced in graveyards with vampires till dawn
We laughed in the faces of king never afraid to burn
and I hate and I hate and I hate
and I hate disintegration
Watching us wither
Black winged roses that safely changed their color
Oh these little earthquakes
Here we go again
These little earthquakes
Doesn*t take much to rip us into pieces
I can*t reach you
I can*t reach you
Give me life
Give me pain
Give me myself again
Oh these little earthquakes
Here we go again
These little earthquakes
Doesn*t take much to rip us into pieces
Doesn*t take much to rip us into pieces
Doesn*t take much to rip us into pieces
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