From the top to the bottom
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Bottom to top I stop
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At the core I've forgotten
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In the middle of my thoughts
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Taken far from my safety
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The picture is there
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The memory won't escape me
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But why should I care
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[Chorus x2]
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There's a place so dark you can't see the end
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Skies cock back and shock that which can't defend
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The rain then sends dripping / an acidic question
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Forcefully, the power of suggestion
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Then with the eyes shut / looking thought the rust and rot
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And dust / a small spot of light floods the floor
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And pours over the rusted world of pretend
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The eyes ease open and its dark again
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[Chorus x1]
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In the memory you'll find me
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Eyes burning up
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The darkness holding me tightly
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Until the sun rises up
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Moving all around / screaming of the ups and downs
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Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
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The wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind
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Street lamps, chain-link and concrete
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A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
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On down the street till the wind is gone
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The memory now is like the picture was then
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When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again
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[Chorus x2]
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In the memory you'll find me
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Eyes burning up
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The darkness holding me tightly
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Until the sun rises up
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Now you got me caught in the act
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You bring the thought back
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I'm telling you that
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I see it right through you
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[x7]
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In the memory you'll find me
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Eyes burning up
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The darkness holding me tightly
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Until the sun rises up
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[x2]
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Forgotten
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Linkin Park |