Текст песни LINKIN PARK
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balabar | Дата: Четверг, 13.11.2008, 21:52 | Сообщение # 1 |
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| What I've Done In this farewell There is no blood There is no alibi 'Cause I've drawn regret From the truth Of a thousand lies So let mercy come And wash away What I've done I'll face myself To cross out What I've become Erase myself And let go of What I've done Put to rest What you thought of me While I clean this slate With the hands Of uncertainty So let mercy come And wash away What I've done I'll face myself To cross out What I've become Erase myself And let go of What I've done For what I've done I'll start again And whatever thing May come Today this ends I'm forgiving What I've done I'll face myself To cross out What I've become Erase myself And let go of What I've done What I've done Forgiving what I've done
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balabar | Дата: Четверг, 13.11.2008, 21:53 | Сообщение # 2 |
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| Dirt Off Your Shoulder - Lying From You I ordered a frappuccino, whereґs my fuckinґ frappuccino!? When I pretend everything is what I want it to be I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see When I pretend, I canґt forget about the criminal I am Stealing second after second just cause I know I can but I canґt pretend this is the way itґll stay Iґm just (Trying to bend the truth) I canґt pretend Iґm who you want me to be, so Iґm (Lying my way from) If you feeling like a pimp, nigga go on, brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go on, brush your shoulders off Niggaґs is crazy baby, donґt forget that boy told you, get that dirt off your shoulders You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders I probably owe it to yґall Probably be locked by the force Tryin to hustle some things There I go with the porsch Feeling no remorse Feeling like my hand was forced Middle finger to the law Nigga, gripping my balls Said, the ladies they love me, From the bleachers they screaming All the ballers is bouncing They like the way I be leaninґ All the rappers be hatinґ Off the track that Iґm makinґ But all the hustlers, they love it Just to see one of us make it Came from the bottom of bottom To the top of the pops Nigga London, Japan And Iґm straight up the block Like a running back, get it man Iґm straight off the block I could run it back nigga cuz Iґm straight with the ROC If you feeling like a pimp, nigga go on, brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps too, go on, brush your shoulders off Niggaґs is crazy baby, donґt forget that boy told you, get that dirt off your shoulders You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders You gotta get that dirt off your shoulders Ya homie holdinґ position In the kitchen with soda I just whipped up a watch Tryin to get me a rover Tryin to stretch out the coka Like a wrestler, yes sir Keep the heckler close You know them smokersґll test ya But like, 52 cards went out Iґm through dealing now 52 bars come out Now you feel ґem now 52 cars roll out Remove ceiling in case 52 broads come out Now you chillin with a boss bitch Of course, SC on the sleeve At the forty-forty club ESPN on the screen I paid a grip for the jeans Plus the slippers is clean No chrome on the wheels Iґm a baller for real Chill I remember what they taught to me Remember condescending talk for who I ought to be Remember listening to all of that and this again So I pretended up a person who was fittinґ in And now you think this person really is me and Iґm (Trying to bend the truth) The more I push the more Iґm pulling away cuz Iґm Lying my way from you (No no turning back now) I wanna be pushed aside so let me go (No no turning back now) Let me take back my life Iґd rather be all alone (No turning back now) Anywhere on my own ґcause I can see (No no turning back now) The very worst part of you The very worst part of you is me This isnґt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like This This isnґt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like This This isnґt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like This This isnґt what I wanted to be, I never thought that what I said would have you running from me Like This You (No no turning back now) I wanna be pushed aside so let me go (No no turning back now) Let me take back my life Iґd rather be all alone (No turning back now) Anywhere on my own cuz I can see (No no turning back now) The very worst part of you The very worst part of you is me Biatch!
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balabar | Дата: Четверг, 13.11.2008, 21:54 | Сообщение # 3 |
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| Big Pimpinґ - Papercut Hahaha, wasting your talent Randy! Yeah, youґre ready? Itґs like Iґm paranoid, lookinґ over my back Itґs like a whirlwind inside of my head Itґs like I canґt stop what Iґm hearing within Itґs like the face inside is right Come on! Why does it look like night today? Something insides is not right today Why am I so uptight today? Paranoiaґs all I got left I donґt know what stressed me first Or how the pressure was fed But I know just what it feels like To have a voice in the back of my head Itґs like a face that I hold inside A face that awakes when I close my eyes A face that watches everytime they lie A face that laughs everytime they fall (And watches everything) So you know that when itґs time to sink or swim That face inside is hearing me Right underneath my skin Itґs like Iґm paranoid, lookinґ over my back Itґs like a whirlwind inside of my head Itґs like I canґt stop what Iґm hearing within Itґs like the face inside is right You know I - thug ґem, fuck ґem, love ґem, leave ґem Cause I donґt fuckinґ need em Take ґem out the hood, keep ґem lookinґ good But I donґt fuckinґ feed ґem First time they fuss Iґm breezinґ Talkin ґbout, «Whatґs the reasons?» Iґm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch Better trust than believeґ em In the cut where I keep ґem ґtil I need a nut, ґtil I need to beat the guts Then itґs, beep beep and Iґm pickinґ ґem up Let ґem play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head, Iґm a break bread So you can be livinґ it up? Shit I Parts with nothinґ, yґall be frontinґ Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothinґ, never happen Iґll be forever mackinґ Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience And I hate waitinґ Hoe get yoґ ass in And letґs ri-i-i-i-i-ide check ґem out now ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah And letґs ri-i-i-i-i-ide check ґem out now ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah We doinґ big pimpinґ, we spendinґ Gґs Check ґem out now Big pimpinґ, on B.L.A.D.ґs We doinґ big pimpinґ up in N.Y.C. Itґs just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B.U.N.B Yo yo yo big pimpinґ, spendinґ Gґs We doinґ big pimpinґ, on B.L.A.D.ґs We doinґ big pimpinґ up in N.Y.C. Itґs just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B.U.N.B-B-B
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balabar | Дата: Четверг, 13.11.2008, 21:54 | Сообщение # 4 |
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| Jigga What - Faint Uh, uh, Jigga What? Uh, uh, Jigga Who? Uh, uh, Jigga What? Uh, uh, Jigga Who? Uh, uh, Jigga What? You gonna need a vocal here right? Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit ґem witґ numerous shots with the foґ-foґ Faggots runninґ to the Po-Poґs, smoke ґem like cocoa Fuck rap, coke by the boatload Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed Left holes through some guy clothes Stop your bullshittinґ, glock with the full clip Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit One shot could make a nigga do a full flip See the nigga layinґ shocked when the bullet hit And hey ma, how you, know niggaґz wanna buy you But see me I wanna fuck for free, like Akinyele Take this ride ґtil you feel it inside ya belly If itґs tight get the K-Y Jelly All night get you wide up inside the telly Side to side, ґtil you say Jay-Z youґre too much for me I am A little bit of loneliness a little bit of disregard Handful of complaints but I canґt help the fact That everyone can see these scars I am What I want you to want what I want you to feel And itґs like no matter what I do I canґt convince you To just believe this is real So I Let go watching you turn your back like you always do Face away and pretend that Iґm not Iґll be here ґcause your all that Iґve got Got a condo with nuttinґ but condoms in it The same place where the rhymes is invented So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke See how I was flowinґ on my last cassette? Rapid-fire like Iґm blastin a tec, never jam though Never get high, never run out of ammo Niggaґs hatinґ ґnґ shit cause I slayed your bitch You know your favorite, I know it made you sick And now youґre, actinґ raw but you never had war Donґt know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe Now sheґs mad at me, cause your majesty, just happened to be A pimp what a tragedy She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked her friend She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again I seen her tears as she busted in, I said Shit thereґs a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in! I am A little bit insecure a little unconfident ґCause you donґt understand I do what I can But sometimes I donґt make sense I am What you never wanna say but Iґve never had a doubt Itґs like no matter what I do I canґt convince you For once just to hear me out So I Let go watching you turn your back like you always do Face away and pretend that Iґm not But Iґll be here ґcause youґre all that Iґve got I canґt feel the way I did before Donґt turn your back on me I wonґt be ignored Time wonґt heal this damage anymore Donґt turn your back on me I wonґt be ignored Now Hear me out now Youґre gonna listen to me, like it or not Right now Hear me out now Youґre gonna listen to me, like it or not Right now I canґt feel the way I did before Donґt turn your back on me I wonґt be ignored I canґt feel the way I did before Donґt turn your back on me I wonґt be ignored Time wonґt heal this damage anymore Donґt turn your back on me I wonґt be ignored I canґt feel Donґt turn your back on me I wonґt be ignored Time wonґt heal Donґt turn your back on me I wonґt be ignored
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balabar | Дата: Четверг, 13.11.2008, 21:55 | Сообщение # 5 |
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| Numb - Encore Yeah Thank you, thank you, thank you, youґre far too kind Wooooo! Ha! Uh! Woo! Ready? Woo! Woo! Woo! Lets go Now can I get an encore, do you want more? Cookinґ raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need yґall to roar Now what the hell are you waiting for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time nigga make some noise Get ґem Jay Who you know fresher than Hovґ? Riddle me that The rest of yґall know where Iґm lyrically at Canґt none of yґall mirror me back Yeah hearinґ me rap is like hearinґ G rap in his prime Iґm, young H.O. rapґs grateful dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread Iґm in, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On the low but the yacht got a triple deck But when you young, what the fuck you expect? Yep, yep Grand openinґ, grand closinґ God your man Hovґ cracked the can open again Who you gonґ find doper than him with no pen just draw off inspiration (-tion) Soon you gonґ see you canґt replace him (him) with cheap imitations for these generations Now can I get an encore, do you want more? Cookinґ raw with the Brooklyn boy So for one last time I need yґall to roar (roar, roar) Now what the hell are you waiting for? After me, there shall be no more So for one last time nigga make some noise What the hell are you waiting for? Look what you made me do, look what I made for you Knew if I paid my dues, how will they pay you When you first come in the game, they try to play you Then you drop a couple of hits, look how they wave to you From Marcy to Madison Square To the only thing that matters in just a matter of years (yea) As fate would have it, Jayґs status appears to be at an all-time high, perfect time to say goodbye When I come back like Jordan, wearin the 4-5 It ainґt to play games witґchu Itґs to aim at you, probably maim you If I owe you Iґm blowin you to smithereens Cocksucker take one for your team And I need you to remember one thing (one thing) I came, I saw, I conquered From record sales, to sold out concerts So muhґfucker if you want this encore I need you to scream, ґtil your lungs get sore Iґm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless lost under the surface Donґt know what youґre expecting of me Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) Every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow) Iґve become so numb I canґt feel you there Iґve become so tired so much more aware Iґm becoming this all I want to do Is be more like me and be less like you Iґve become so numb Now can I get an encore, do you want more? Iґve become so numb So for one last time I need yґall to roar One last time I need yґall to roar
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balabar | Дата: Четверг, 13.11.2008, 21:55 | Сообщение # 6 |
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| Izzo - In The End This is fun Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing... Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world The flow oґ the century... always timeless... HOV! Thank you for cominґ out tonight You couldґa been anywhere in the world, but youґre here with us We appreciate that... uh! H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Foґ shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA Was herbinґ ґem in the home of the terrapins Got it dirt cheap for them Plus if they was short witґ cheese I would work witґ them Boy and we got rid of that dirt for them Wasnґt born hustlers I was burpinґ ґem H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Foґ sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy Canґt leave rap alone the game needs me Haters want me clapped in chrome it ainґt easy Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me Therefore he doesnґt exist So poof... vamoose son of a bitch H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Foґ shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Thatґs the anthem getґcha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty yaґll gotta feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A (Check it out) Yo, It starts with one thing... I donґt know why It doesnґt even matter how hard you try Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme To explain in due time All I know Time is a valuable thing Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings Watch it count down to the end of the day The clock ticks life away Itґs so unreal I didnґt look out below I watch the time go right out the window Trying to hold on and didnґt even know I wasted it all just to watch you go I kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A LP, Jay-Z, Help me out They havinґ a good old time out there It starts with H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A LP, Jay-Z, Help me out They havinґ a good old time out there It starts with H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A LP, Jay-Z, Help me out Yeah, yeah, yes itґs here ladys and gentleman It starts with H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
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balabar | Дата: Четверг, 13.11.2008, 21:56 | Сообщение # 7 |
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| Points of Authority - 99 Problems - One Step Closer If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one Hit me! Heґs got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes who wanna make sure his casketґs closed Rap critics that say heґs «Money Cash Hoes» Heґs from the hood stupid what type of facts are those If you grew up with holes in your zapitos Youґd be celebratinґ the minute you was havinґ doe So fuck critics you can kiss our whole assholes You donґt like our lyrics you can press fast forward Beef with radio if we donґt play they show They donґt play our hits well we donґt give a shit, so All these mags trying to use our ass So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...fuckers I donґt know what you take us as Or understand the intellegence that Jay-Z has From rags to ritches, we ainґt dumb We got 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one Hit me! 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one The year is ґ94 and in my trunk is raw In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckinґ law I got two choices yaґll pull over the car or Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor Now I ainґt tryin to see no highway chase with jake Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case So I , Pull over to the side of the road And I heard «Son do you know why I ґm stoppinґ you for?» Cause I ґm young and I ґm black and my hats real low Do I look like a mind reader sir, I donґt know Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo? «Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four» «Liscense and regestration and step out of the car» «Are you carryinґ a weapon on you I know alot of you are» I ainґt steppinґ out of shit all my papers legit «Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?» Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back And I know my rights so you gonґ need a warrant for that «Arenґt you sharp as a tack (Yep!) you some type of lawyer or something?» «Or somebody important or somethinґ?» Nah I ainґt pass the bar but I know a little bit Enough that you wonґt illegally search my shit «Well see how smart you are when the canines come» I got 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one Hit me! 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one Hit me! 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one Hit me! 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe This is not a hoe in the sense of havinґ a pussy But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try and push me I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform You know the type loud as a motor bike But wouldnґt bust a grape in a fruit fight The only thing thatґs gonna happen is imґma get to clappinґ He and his boys gon be yappinґ to the captain And there I go traped in the kit kat again Back through the system with the riff raff again Fiends on the floor scratchinґ again Paparatziґs with they cameras snappinґ them D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again Half-a-mil for bail ґcause Iґm African All because ths fool was harrasinґ them Tryin to play the boy like hes saccarinґ But ainґt nothin sweet ґbout how I hold my gun I got 99 problems but this bitch ainґt one 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one Hit me 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one Hit me Shut up when Iґm talking to you Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up when Iґm talking to you Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Iґm about to break Everything you say to me I got 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one Hit me I need a little room to breathe I got 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one Hit me Everything you say to me I got 99 problems but a bitch ainґt one Hit me I need a little room to breathe I got 99 problems And I ґm about to break
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balabar | Дата: Четверг, 13.11.2008, 21:56 | Сообщение # 8 |
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| Breaking The Habit Memories consume Like opening the wound Iґm picking me apart again You all assume Iґm safe here in my room [Unless I try to start again] I donґt want to be the one The battles always choose ґCause inside I realize That Iґm the one confused I donґt know whatґs worth fighting for Or why I have to scream I donґt know why I instigate And say what I donґt mean I donґt know how I got this way I know itґs not alright So Iґm Breaking the habit Iґm breaking the habit Tonight Clutching my cure I tightly lock the door I try to catch my breath again I hurt much more Than anytime before I had no options left again I donґt want to be the one The battles always choose ґCause inside I realize That Iґm the one confused I donґt know whatґs worth fighting for Or why I have to scream I donґt know why I instigate And say what I donґt mean I donґt know how I got this way Iґll never be alright So Iґm Breaking the habit Iґm breaking the habit Tonight Iґll paint it on the walls ґCause Iґm the one at fault Iґll never fight again And this is how it ends I donґt know whatґs worth fighting for Or why I have to scream But now I have some clarity To show you what I mean I donґt know how I got this way Iґll never be alright So Iґm Breaking the habit Iґm breaking the habit Iґm breaking the habit Tonight
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balabar | Дата: Четверг, 13.11.2008, 21:56 | Сообщение # 9 |
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| From The Inside I donґt know who to trust No surprise Everyone feels so far away from me Heavy thoughts sift through dust And the lies Trying not to break But Iґm so tired of this deceit Every time I try to make myself Get back up on my feet All I ever think about is this All the tiring time between And how Trying to put my trust in you Just takes so much out of me I take everything from the inside And throw it all away ґCause I swear/for the last time I wonґt trust myself with you Tension is building inside Steadily Everyone feels so far away from me Heavy thoughts forcing their way Out of me Trying not to break But Iґm so tired of this deceit Every time I try to make myself Get back up on my feet All I ever think about is this All the tiring time between And how Trying to put my trust in you Just takes so much out of me I take everything from the inside And throw it all away ґCause I swear/for the last time I wonґt trust myself with you I wonґt waste myself on you, you, you Waste myself on you, you, you Iґll take everything from the inside And throw it all away ґCause I swear/for the last time I wonґt trust myself with you Everything from the inside And just throw it all away ґCause I swear/for the last time I wonґt trust myself with you, you, you
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balabar | Дата: Четверг, 13.11.2008, 21:58 | Сообщение # 10 |
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| In The End It starts with one thing I donґt know why It doesnґt even matter how hard you try keep that in mind I designed this rhyme To explain in due time All I know Time is a valuable thing Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings Watch it count down to the end of the day The clock ticks life away Itґs so unreal Didnґt look out below Watch the time go right out the window Trying to hold on, but didnґt even know Wasted it all just to watch you go I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard And got so far But in the end It doesnґt even matter I had to fall To lose it all But in the end It doesnґt even matter One thing, I donґt know why It doesnґt even matter how hard you try keep that in mind I designed this rhyme, to remind myself how I tried so hard In spite of the way you were mocking me Acting like I was part of your property Remembering all the times you fought with me Iґm surprised it got so (far) Things arenґt the way they were before You wouldnґt even recognize me anymore Not that you knew me back then But it all comes back to me (in the end) You kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when Chorus Iґve put my trust in you Pushed as far as I can go And for all this Thereґs only one thing you should know (2x) Chorus
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balabar | Дата: Четверг, 13.11.2008, 21:58 | Сообщение # 11 |
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| One Step Closer I cannot take this anymore Iґm saying everything Iґve said before All these words they make no sense I find bliss in ignorance Less I hear the less youґll say But youґll find that out anyway Just like before... Everything you say to me Takes me one step closer to the edge And Iґm about to break I need a little room to breathe Cause Iґm one step closer to the edge And Iґm about to break I find the answers arenґt so clear Wish I could find a way to disappear All these thoughts they make no sense I find bliss in ignorance Nothing seems to go away Over and over again Just like before... Chorus (2x) shut up when Iґm talking to you Chorus (2x)
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balabar | Дата: Четверг, 13.11.2008, 21:58 | Сообщение # 12 |
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| Papercut Why does it feel like night today? Something in hereґs not right today. Why am I so uptight today? Paranoiaґs all I got left I donґt know what stressed me first Or how the pressure was fed But I know just what it feels like To have a voice in the back of my head Itґs like a face that I hold inside A face that awakes when I close my eyes A face watches every time I lie A face that laughs every time I fall (And watches everything) So I know that when itґs time to sink or swim That the face inside is hearing me Right underneath my skin Itґs like Iґm paranoid lookinґ over my back Itґs like a whirlwind inside of my head Itґs like I canґt stop what Iґm hearing within Itґs like the face inside is right beneath my skin I know Iґve got a face in me Points out all my mistakes to me Youґve got a face on the inside too and Your paranoiaґs probably worse I donґt know what set me off first but I know what I canґt stand Everybody acts like the fact of the matter is I canґt add up to what you can but Everybody has a face that they hold inside A face that awakes when I close my eyes A face watches every time they lie A face that laughs every time they fall (And watches everything) So you know that when itґs time to sink or swim That the face inside is watching you too Right inside your skin Chorus (2x) The face inside is right beneath your skin (3x) The sun goes down I feel the light betray me (Repeat until end) Chorus (Repeat until end)
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balabar | Дата: Четверг, 13.11.2008, 21:59 | Сообщение # 13 |
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| Runaway Graffiti decorations Underneath a sky of dust A constant wave of tension On top of broken trust The lessons that you taught me I learn were never true Now I find myself in question They point the finger at me again Guilty by association You point the finger at me again I wanna run away Never say goodbye I wanna know the truth Instead of wondering why I wanna know the answers No more lies I wanna shut the door And open up my mind Paper bags and angry voices Under a sky of dust Another wave of tension Has more than filled me up All my talk of taking action These words were never true Now I find myself in question They point the finger at me again Guilty by association You point the finger at me again Chorus I Gonna run away and never say goodbye (Gonna run away... Gonna run away...) (Gonna run away... Gonna run away...) I Gonna run away and never wonder why (Gonna run away... Gonna run away...) (Gonna run away... Gonna run away...) I Gonna run away and open up my mind (Gonna run away... Gonna run away...) (Gonna run away... Gonna run away...) (Gonna run away... Gonna run away...) (Gonna run away... Gonna run away...) Chorus
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BONNY | Дата: Пятница, 14.11.2008, 01:54 | Сообщение # 14 |
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| И снова моя благодарнасть нашему Админу!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rock is my life ! ! !
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