| Yellow bird flying gets shot in the wing
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| Good year for hunters and Christmas parties
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| And I hate, and I hate
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| And I hate, and I hate
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| Elevator music, the way we fight
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| The way I’m left here silent
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| Oh, these little earthquakes
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| Here we go again
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| Oh, these little earthquakes
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| Doesn’t take much to rip us into pieces
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| We danced in graveyards with vampires till dawn
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| We laughed in the faces of kings, never afraid to burn
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| And I hate, and I hate
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| And I hate, and I hate
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| Disintegration, watching us wither
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| Black-winged roses that safely changed their color
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| Oh, these little earthquakes
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| Here we go again
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| Oh, these little earthquakes
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| Doesn’t take much to rip us into pieces
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| Doesn’t take much to rip us into pieces
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| I can’t reach you
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| I can’t reach you
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| I can’t reach you
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| I can’t reach you, can’t reach you
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| Give me life, give me pain
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| Give me myself again
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| Give me life, give me pain
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| Give me myself again
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| Give me life, give me pain
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| Give me myself again
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| Give me life, give me pain
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| Give me myself again
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| Give me life, give me pain
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| Give me my- give me myself again
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| Give me life, give me pain
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| Give me my- give me myself again
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| Give me life, give me pain
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| Give me myself again
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| Give me life, give me pain
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| Give me my- give me myself again
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| Oh, these little earthquakes
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| Here we go again
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| Oh, these little earthquakes
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| Doesn’t take much to rip us into pieces
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| Doesn’t take much to rip us into pieces
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| Doesn’t take much to rip us into pieces |