Linkin Park - Hands Held High (Live from Osaka, 2007) lyrics

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Linkin Park - Hands Held High (Live from Osaka, 2007) lyrics

Turn my mic up louder, I got to say somethin' Lightweights step it aside when we comin' Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin' People on the street they panic and start runnin' Words on loose leaf sheet, complete comin' I jump on my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumpin' Healin' the blind, I promise to let the sun in Sick of the dark ways we march to the drummin' Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumpin' f** that, I wanna see some fists pumpin' Risk somethin', take back what's yours Say somethin' that you know they might attack you for 'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I had before Like it's stupid standin' for what I'm standin' for Like this war's really just a different brand of war Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor Like they understand you, in the back of their jet When you can't put gas in your tank And these f**ers are laughin' their way to the bank, and cashin' their cheque Askin' you to have compa**ion and have some respect For a leader so nervous in an obvious way Stutterin' and mumblin' for nightly news to replay And the rest of the world watchin' at the end of the day In the living room laughin' like, "What did he say?" (Amen) (Amen) (Amen) (Amen) (Amen) In my livin' room watchin', but I am not laughin' 'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen The world is cold, the bold men take action Have to react to get blown into fractions Ten years old, it's somethin' to see Another kid my age drugged under a Jeep Taken and bound and found later under a tree I wonder if he had thought 'the next one could be me' Do you see the soldiers they're out today They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away It's ironic, at times like this you'd pray But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads Inside your market, your shops, your clothes My dad, he's got a lot of fear I know But enough pride inside not to let that show My brother had a book he would hold with pride A little red cover with a broken spine On the back he hand-wrote a quote inside "When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die" Meanwhile, the leader just talks away Stutterin' and mumblin' for nightly news to replay The rest of the world watching at the end of the day Both scared and angry, like "What did he say?" (Amen) (Amen) (Amen) (Amen) (Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you (Amen) With hands held high into a sky so blue (Amen) The ocean opens up to swallow you

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