Little Earthquakes

written and sung by Tori Amos
From her album, "Little Earthquakes"
copyright Tori Amos and Atlantic Records

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

oooh these 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 kings
never afraid to burn

and I hate...and I hate... and I hate...and I hate...
and I hate disintegration
watching us wither
black winged roses that safely change their color

oooh these little earthquakes
here we go again
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

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

oooh these little earthquakes
here we go again
these little earthquakes
doesn't take much to rip us into pieces...
doesn't take much to rip us into pieces...

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