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Little
Earthquakes
Yellow bird
flying got shot in the wing
Good year for
hunters and Christmas parties
And I hate and
I hate and I hate elevator music
The way we
fight
The way I’m
left here silent, oh
Oh these little
earthquakes
Here we go
again
Oh, oh these
little earthquakes
Doesn’t take
much to rip us into pieces
Yea ye yea
We danced in
graveyards with vampires until dawn
We laughed in
the faces of kings
Never afraid to
burn
And I hate and
I hate and I hate disintegration watching us wither
Black winged
roses that safely changed their colours, oh
Oh these little
earthquakes
Here we go
again
Oh, oh these
little earthquakes
Doesn’t take
much to rip us into pieces
Doesn’t take
much to rip us into pieces
I can’t reach
you
I can’t reach
you
I, I can’t
reach you yea ye yea
I can’t reach
you
Can’t reach you
Give me life
Give me pain
Give me myself
again
Give me life
Give me pain
Give me myself
again
Give me life
Give me pain
Give me myself
again
Give me life
Give me pain
Give me myself
again
Give me life
Give me pain
Give my my
Give me myself
Give me life
Give me pain
Give my my
Give me myself
Give me life
Give me pain
Give my my
Give me myself
Give me life
Give me pain
Give my my
Give me myself
Eeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeee yea
Eeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeee yea
Eeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeee yea
Eeeeeee eeeeee
eeeeee eeeee
Oh these little
earthquakes
Here we go
again
Oh, oh 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
Yea ye ah
Yea ye ah
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