Linkin Park - 03. And One [320 kbps] | Текст песни

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And One

Where should I start
Disjointed heart
I’ve got no commitment
To my own flesh and blood
Left all alone
Far from my home
No one to hear me, to heal my ill heart, I

Keep it locked up inside
I cannot express
To the point
I’ve regressed If anger’s a gift, then I guess I’ve been blessed, I

Keep it locked up inside
Keep my distance from your lies

It’s too late to love me now
You have never shown me
It’s too late to love me now
You don't even know me

Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace

Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Break)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me)
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Too)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace

Keep it locked up inside
Keep my distance from your lies

Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Break)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me)
Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Too)
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
Breaking a part of my heart to find release
Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace

Keep my distance
Keep my distance
Keep my distance
Keep my distance

[music slows to rap solo...]

Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness
Cryptic colloquialisms shift your mid rift
Dog paddle through a bog of shadows and smog with my
Thought catalog: analogue rap battle log
Keep my distance, and fear resistance, hurt by persistence
The twisted web of tangled lies Strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste
And I'm forced to face these hate crimes Against the state of being
Feeling the weightlessness press me to the ceiling
Reeling around rooms
Riding a bubble of sound
Tuned to the frequency making your
Chest shake with every boom
Involuntary muscle contraction
Ignoring your neck’s breaking
Musical gas fume euphoria
The sound pounds to make the dead flush
To hand you a head rush with read thoughts and said stuff
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