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Yellow bird flying
Get 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 silent
Oh there 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 kinds
Never afraid to burn
And I hate, and I hate, and I hate
Disintegreation watching us wither
Black winged roses that safely changed their color
I can't reach you I can't reach you
Give me life, Give me pain,
Give me myself again... |
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