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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ashan_ok" data-source="post: 549562" data-attributes="member: 2763"> Linkin Park Hands Held High LyricsTurn my mic up louder,I got to say somethin.Lightweights steppin' aside,when we comin.Feel it in your chest,the syllables get pumpin.People on the street,they panic and start running.Words on loose leaf,sheet complete coming.I jump on my mind,I summon the rhyme of dumping.Feeling the blind,I promise to let the sun in.Sick of the dark ways,we march to the drumming.Jump when they tell usthey want to see jumping.Fuck that, I want tosee some fist pumping.Risk something.Take back what's yoursSay something that you knowthey might attack you forcause I'm sick of being treatedlike I have before.Like it;s stupid standing forwhat I'm standing for.Like this war is really justa different brand of war.Like it doesn't cater to the richand an abandoned the poor.Like they understand youin the back of the jet,When you can't put gas in your tank.These fuckers are laughing their wayto the bank and cashing their chequeasking you to have compassion and to have some respect.For a leader so nervousin an obvious wayStuttering and mumblingfor nightly news to replayand the rest of the worldwatching at the end of the dayin the living room laughinglike what did he say?Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, AmenIn my living room watching,But 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,To getting blown into fractions.[Hands Held High lyrics on <a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com]" target="_blank">http://www.metrolyrics.com]</a>10 years old is something to see,Another kid my age dragged under a jeep,Taken and bound and found later under a tree,I wonder if he even thought the next one could be me.Do you see?The soldiers that are out today.That brush the dust with 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 knowbut enough pride inside not to let that show.My brother had a book he would hold with prideA little red cover with a broken spine.In the back he hand wrote a quote inside,when the rich wage war, it's the poor who die.Meanwhile, the leader just talks awayStuttering and mumblingfor nightly news to replayand the rest of the worldwatching at the end of the dayboth scared and angrylike what did he say?Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.With Hands Held Highinto a sky so blueas the ocean opens upto swallow you.With Hands Held Highinto a sky so blueas the ocean opens upto swallow you.With Hands Held Highinto a sky so blueas the ocean opens upto swallow you.With Hands Held Highinto a sky so blueas the ocean opens upto swallow you.With Hands Held Highinto a sky so blueas the ocean opens upto swallow you.With Hands Held Highinto a sky so blueas the ocean opens upto swallow you.</blockquote>

Verification: Haya warak paha keeyada? (haya wadi kireema paha)

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