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