Turn my mic up louder
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I got to say somethin
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Lightweights steppin´ aside
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when we comin
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Feel it in your chest
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the syllables get pumpin
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People on the street
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they panic and start running
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Words on loose leaf
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sheet complete coming
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I jump on my mind
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I summon the rhyme of dumping
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Feeling the blind
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I promise to let the sun in
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Sick of the dark ways
|
we march to the drumming
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Jump when they tell us
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they want to see jumping
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Fuck that I want to see
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some fist pumping
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Risk something
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Take back what´s yours
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Say something that you know
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they might attack you for
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cause I´m sick of
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being treated
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like I have before
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Like it´s stupid standing for
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what I´m standing for
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Like this war is really just
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a different brand of war
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Like it doesn´t
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cater to the rich
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and an abandoned the poor
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Like they understand you
|
in the back of the jet
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When you can´t put
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gas in your tank
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These fuckers are
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laughing their way
|
to the bank and
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cashing their cheque
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asking you to have compassion
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and to have some respect
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For a leader so nervous
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in an obvious way
|
Stuttering and mumbling
|
for nightly news to replay
|
and the rest of the world
|
watching at the end of the day
|
in the living room
|
laughing like
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Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen
|
In my living room watching
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But I am not laughing
|
´Cause when it gets tense
|
I know what might happen
|
The world is cold
|
The bold men take action
|
Have to react
|
To getting blown
|
into fractions
|
10 years old is
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something to see
|
Another kid my age
|
drugged under a G
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Taken and bound and found
|
later under a tree
|
I wonder if
|
he thought the next one
|
could be me
|
Do you see
|
The soldiers that
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are out today
|
That brush the dust with
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bulletproof vests away
|
It´s ironic
|
At times like this you pray
|
But a bomb blew
|
the mosque up yesterday
|
There´s bombs in the buses
|
bikes roads
|
inside your markets
|
your shops your clothes
|
My dad he´s got a lot of
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fear I know
|
but enough pride inside
|
not to let that show
|
My brother had a book
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he would hold with pride
|
A little red cover
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with a broken spine
|
In the back he hand
|
wrote a quote inside
|
when the rich wage war
|
it´s the poor who die
|
Meanwhile the leader
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just talks away
|
Stuttering and mumbling
|
for nightly news to replay
|
and the rest of the world
|
watching at the end of the day
|
both scared and angry like
|
Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen
|
With Hands Held High
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into a sky so blue
|
the ocean opens up
|
to swallow you
|
With Hands Held High
|
into a sky so blue
|
the ocean opens up
|
to swallow you
|
With Hands Held High
|
into a sky so blue
|
the ocean opens up
|
to swallow you
|
With Hands Held High
|
into a sky so blue
|
the ocean opens up
|
to swallow you
|
With Hands Held High
|
into a sky so blue
|
the ocean opens up
|
to swallow you
|
With Hands Held High
|
into a sky so blue
|
the ocean opens up
|
to swallow you
|
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hands held high
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| Linkin Park(린킨파크) |
