EARTHQUAKES
[Music:  "Little Earthquakes", Tori Amos]

Gatchaman flying gets shot in the wing
Good for Galactors and hostile countries
And I hate and I hate and I hate
And I hate the constant tension
The way we fight
The way I sit here silent

Oh these little earthquakes
Here we go again
These little earthquakes
Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

We flew to battle with monsters till dawn
We laughed in the face of Katze, never afraid to die
and I hate and I hate and I hate
and I hate endless frustration
Being a killer
Blackbird fighters can be told by their color

Oh these little earthquakes
Here we go again
These little earthquakes
Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

I can't reach you
I can't reach you

Give me life
Give me pain
Give me myself again

Oh 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
Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces


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New Lyrics (c) 1999 Emby Quinn

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