This is war with no weapons
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Marchin' with no steppin'
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Murder with no killin', ill in every direction.
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First, no sequel, do the math no equal
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A John with no Yoko
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More power, less people
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No, I'm not afraid of that
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Print in your paperback
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Every rapper's made in fact
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To act as a delayed attack
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Every phrase a razor blade
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And save it till they play it back
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Slay 'em leave em layin' on the paper bank
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FADE TO BLACK!
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In the wasteland of today
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When there's nothing left to lose
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and and there's nothing more to take,
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But you force yourself to choose
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In the wastelands of today
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When tomorrow disappears
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When the future slips away
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and your world turns into fear,
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In the WASTELANDS OF TODAY
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Roll credits, forget it,
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The show's done,
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They're talking for just talkin'
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Meaning they got none,
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None of you come proper
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They talk like a shotgun,
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But how many of you got bred with integrity?!
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NOT ONE!
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So no, I'm not afraid to see you suckers hold a blade to me,
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Aint no way to shake the ground I built before you came to be
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Take it how you take it, I'm the opposite of vacancy
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And this not negotiation! I can't hear you,
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WAIT & SEE
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In the wasteland of today
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When there's nothing left to lose
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and and there's nothing more to take,
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But you force yourself to choose
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In the wastelands of today
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When tomorrow disappears
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When the future slips away
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and your world turns into fear,
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In the WASTELANDS OF TODAY
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In the WASTELANDS OF TODAY!
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In the wasteland of today
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When there's nothing left to lose
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and and there's nothing more to take,
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But you force yourself to choose
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In the wastelands of today
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When tomorrow disappears
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When the future slips away
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and your world turns into fear,
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In the WASTELANDS OF TODAY!
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In the WASTELANDS OF TODAY!
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In the WASTELANDS OF TODAY!
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Wastelands
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Linkin Park |