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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 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 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 disintegration 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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