And One (live) - Linkin Park

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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

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

its too late to love me now
you have never showed me
its too late to love me now
you dont 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

Spit drips in the jar, the witless witness
Cryptic colloquialism shifts your midrift
Dark all I do embark the shadows,
Involved with my thought catalogue, analogue, rap catalogue
Keep my distance, and fear resistance, hurt by persistance,
The twisted web of tangled lies strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste the taste
And I'm forced to face these hate crimes against the state of being
Feeling the weightlessness pressed between the ceiling, reeling around room,
Riding a bubble of sound proof,
it's the frequency making you shake-shake with every boom
Involuntary muscle contraction,
ignoring and drinking musical gas fume euphoria
The sound pounds to make the dead flush
to have you a head rush
with red thoughts and said stuff.     ...   Všechny texty od: Linkin Park