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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

    It's too late to love me now
    You helped me to show me
    It's too late to love me now
    You don't even know me

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    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 from the jaw of the witless witness
    Cryptic colloquialism shifts your midrift
    Dark all I do embark the shadows
    Involved with my thought catalog, analogue, rap catalog
    Keep my distance, and fear resistance, hurt by persistance
    The twisted list 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 pressed between the ceiling
    Reeling around room
    Riding a bubble of sound proof
    It's the frequency making you
    S-Shake with every boom
    Involuntary muscle contraction
    Ignoring then drinking musical gas fume euphoria
    The sound pounds to make the dead flush
    To have you a head rush with red rhymes and said stuff

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    Composición: Brad Delson, Mike Shinoda, Joe Hahn, Bourdon Robert y Chester Bennington

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