turn my
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mic up louder i got to say something
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lightweights step it aside when we some in
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feel it in your chest / the syllables goet pumping
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people on the street they panic and start running
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words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
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i jump in my mind and summon the rhyme i´m dumpong
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healing the blink i promise to let the sun in
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sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and
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jump when they tell us that they sanna see jumping
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fuck that / i wanna see some tists pumping
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risk something / take back what´s yours
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say something that you know they might attack you for
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cuz i´m sick of being treated like i have before
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like it´s stupid standing for what i´m standing for
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like this war´s really just a different brand of war
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like it doesn´t cater to rich and abandon poor
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like they understand you in the back of the jet / when you
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can´t put gas in your tank / and these fuckers are
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laughing their way to th\e bank / casing the check
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asking you to have compassion / have respect
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for a leader so nervous in an obvious way
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stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
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and the rest if the world watching at the end of the day
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in their living room laughing like
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what did he say
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in my living room watching / i am not laughing / cuz
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when it gets tense i know what might happen
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the world is cold / the bold men make action
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have to react or get blown into fractions
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ten years old / it´s something to see / another
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kid my age drug under a jeep
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taken and bound / and found later under a tree
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i wonder if he had thought the next one could be me
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do you see / the soldiers / they´re out today they
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brush the dust from bulletproof vests away
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it´s ironic / at times like this you pray
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but a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
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there´s bombs on the busses / bikes / roads
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inside your market / your shops / your clothes / my dad
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he´s got a lot of fear i know
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but enough pride inside not to let that show
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my brither had a book he would hold with pride
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a little red over with a briken spine
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on the back / he hand wrote a quote inside:
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"when the rich wage war it´s the poor who die"
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and meanwhile / the leader just talks away
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stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
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the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
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both scared and angry like
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what did he say
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with hands held high into a sky so blue
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as the ocean opens up to swallow you
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Linkin Park "Minutes To Midnight"-07-Hands held high
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| Linkin Park(린킨파크) |
