Текст песни Linkin Park - Blackbirds (Instrumental)

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[Mike Shinoda feestyle] Drop the mic, get up Take to the streets Of Iraq, yeah, get up Face full of teeth When it's hot, yeah, spit up Tasting the beat Like a beast Rock on your block oversea Speak from your gut Like a rush of blood Paint red on the stage To the ones above Lay the sick ones down And the bells will ring Put pennies on the eyes Let the dead men sing [Chester] I shiver and shake Through warm air cold I'm alone On my own In every mistake I dig this hole Through my skin And bones It's harder starting over Then never to have changed With blackbirds following me I'm digging out my grave They close in swallowing me The pain it comes in waves I'm getting back what I gave I sweat through the sheets As daylight fades As I waste Away It traps me inside Mistakes I've made That's the price I pay It's harder starting over Than never to have changed With blackbirds following me I'm digging out my grave They close in swallowing me The pain it comes in waves I'm getting back What I gave [Mike Shinoda] I drop to the floor Like I did before Stop watching I'm coughing I can't be more What I want what I need Over constant war Like a well full of poison A rotten core The blood goes thin The fever stings And I shake from the hell That the habits bring Lay the sick ones down The bells will ring Put pennies on the eyes Let the dead men sing [Chester] Blackbirds following me I'm digging out my grave They close in swallowing me The pain it comes in waves I'm getting back What I gave I'm getting back What I gave I'm getting back What I gave

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