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[ti:Frgt/10] |
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[ar:Linkin Park] |
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[al:Reanimation] |
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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's there |
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The memory won't escape me |
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We're stuck in a place so dark, you could hardly see |
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A manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe |
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And as the rain drips acidic questions around me |
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I block out the sight of the powers that be |
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Duck away into the darkness, times up |
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I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut |
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So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend |
[00:38.27]And the eyes ease open and it's dark again[00:50.01]But why should I care[02:37.10][00:52.01] |
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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Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs |
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And nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around |
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Watchin the wheels of cars that pass |
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I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts |
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A window grows and captures the eye |
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And cries out yellow light as it passes me by |
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And a young, shadowy figure sits in front of a box |
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Inside a building of rocks with antennas on top |
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Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain |
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The same lose, not knowing they were part of the game |
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And while the insides change, the box stays the same |
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And the figure inside could bear anybody's name |
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The memories I keep are from a time like then |
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I put on my paper so I could come back to them |
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Someday i'm hopin to close my eyes and pretend |
[01:53.58]That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again[02:05.80] |
I'm here at the podium talking, the ceremonial offerings |
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Dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring |
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What's happening |
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City governments are eternally napping |
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Trapped in greedy covenants, causin urban collapsing |
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Bullets that scar souls, with dark holds, get more than your car stole |
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Some hearts be blacker than charcoal |
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For real, this society's deprivation depends not on our differences, |
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but the separation within |
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No preparation is made, limited aid, minimum wage |
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Livin in a tenement cage where rent isn't paid |
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Tragedy within a parade |
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The darkness overspread like permanent plauge |
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I'm the forgotten |
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