tempinhuuu sem posta aki..



puts a galera da [CM] jah tava me mandando recados para atualizar..



puts..

o que a falta de tempo não faz em uma pessoa..



heuheueh

mais tah ai..



uma coisa simples mas bunitah



heuheue



AmO



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Linkin Park - Hands Held High

mike shinoda





Turn my mic up louder I got to say something.

Lightweights step it aside when we come in.

Feel it in your chest,

The syllables get pumping.

People on the street they panic and start running.

Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming.

I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme I'm dumping.

Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in.

Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and

Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping.

Fuck that

I wanna see some fist pumping.

Risk something.

Take back what's yours

Say something that you know they might attack you for

Cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before.

Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing 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 the jet

When you

Can't put gas in your tank.

And these fuckers are

Laughing their way to the bank

Cashing the check

Asking you to have compassion

Have respect.

For a leader so nervous in obvious way

Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay

And the rest of the world watching at the end of the

day

In their living room laughing like

What do he say?



Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen



In my living room watching

I am not laughing.

Cause

When it gets tense I know what might happen.

The world is cold

The bold men take action.

Have to react or get blown into fractions.

Ten years old

It's something to see

Another

Kid my age drug 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 pray,

But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.

There's bombs in the buses

Bikes

Roads

Inside your markets

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"

And meanwhile

The leader just talks away

Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay

The rest of the world watching at the end of the day

Both scared and angry like

What do he say?



Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.



With hands held high into a sky so blue

As the ocean opens up to swallow you





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MuSiCa: HaNdS HelD HiGh

BaNdA: [LiNKiN PaRk]

ÁlBuM: MiNuTeS To mIdNiGhT