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...{ kyle's stupid blog }...
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Monday July 23, 2007 (12:04pm) “Give me life. Give me pain. Give me myself again.” "Little Earthquakes" Tori Amos Litte 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... Oh, these little earthquakes. Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces. We danced in the graveyards with vampires till dawn. We laughed in the faces of kings, 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 change their color. Oh, these little earthquakes. Here we go again... 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 can't reach you. 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 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. Oh, these little earthquakes. Here we go again... 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.
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