Linkin Park – And One chords
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[Verse 1]D A D AWhere should I start? Disjointed heartD A D A CI've got no commitment to my own flesh and bloodD A D AmLeft all alone, far from my homeD A D ANo one to hear me, to heal my ill heart[Chorus]C D A FI keep it locked up, inside[Verse 2]C D A D AmI cannot express to the point I've regressedD A D AIf anger's a gift, then I guess I've been blessed[Chorus]C D A FI keep it locked up, insideD A FKeep my distance from your lies[Interlude]D A FIt's too late to love me, nowCYou have never shown meD A FIt's too late to love me, nowC BbYou don't even know me[Bridge 1]DBreaking a part of my heart to find releaseDTaking you out of my blood to bring me peaceDBreaking a part of my heart to find releaseDTaking you out of my blood to bring me peaceDBreaking a part of my heart to find release (Break!)DTaking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me!)DBreaking a part of my heart to find release (Down!)DTaking you out of my blood to bring me peace[Chorus]D A FKeep it locked up, insideD A FKeep my distance from your lies[Bridge 2]DBreaking a part of my heart to find release (Break!)DTaking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me!)DBreaking a part of my heart to find release (Down!)DTaking you out of my blood to bring me peaceDBreaking a part of my heart to find releaseDTaking you out of my blood to bring me peaceDBreaking a part of my heart to find releaseDTaking you out of my blood to bring me peaceD AKeep my distanceD AKeep my distanceD AKeep my distanceD AKeep my distance[Outro]DSpit drips from the jaw of the witless witnessDCryptic colloquialisms shift your mid riftDDog paddle through a bog of shadows and smogDWith my thought catalog, analogue rap battle logDKeep my distance and fear resistanceDHurt by persistence, the twisted web of tangled liesDStrangles my hope to waste and numbs the tasteDAnd I'm forced to face these hate crimesDAgainst the state of beingDFeeling the weightlessness press me to the ceilingDReeling around rooms, riding a bubble of soundDTuned to the frequency making your chest shakeDWith every boomDInvoluntary muscle contractionDIgnoring your neck's breaking, musical gas fume euphoriaDThe sound pounds to make the dead flushDTo hand you a head rush with read thoughts and said stuff