Every little earthquake
Every little heartbreak going unheard
Every little landslide catch it in my hand
I won't say a word
Every time you hug me, I know that it's working
Making you mine
Every clap of thunder only makes me stronger
On the inside
How many countless nights
I try my best to hide
Soon as you slam the door
My tears fall to the floor
I know that people change
Maybe you're not to blame
But must you burn a hole
So deep into my soul
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"Earthquake" by Little Boots
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Poland
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"Is it wrong for a guy to wear a skirt?"
That was the question that started this whole circle.
"Well, Scotland wears kilts…"
He had a pleated skirt on. To be more precise, a pleated miniskirt.
And he wore it every single day for the past five days.
I understood that he was a guy with exclusive fashion tastes.
And I knew he couldn't really do anything about that.
I mean, I didn't seem to mind at all. He looked pretty, well, pretty.
I think an earthquake split my heart in half.
No actual Richter scale can measure its magnitude.