Chord Hands Held High - Linkin Park

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Turn my mic up louder, I got to say something
Lightweights steppin' aside when we come in
F#m
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping
People on the street then panic and start running
D
Words on loose leaf sheet, complete coming
I jump in my mind, I summon the rhyme I'm dumping
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Healing the blind, I promise to let the sun in
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Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming
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Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that, I wanna see some fists pumping
F#m
List something, take back what's yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for
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'Cause I'm sick of being treated like I had before
Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for
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Like this war's really just a different brand of war
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Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor
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Like they understand you, in the back of their jet
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When you can't put gas in your tank, these fuckers
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Are laughing their way to the bank, and cashing their check
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Asking you to have the passion and have some respect
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For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
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Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
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And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
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In the living room, laughing like, "What did he say?"
F#m
Amen
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Amen
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Amen
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Amen
A
Amen
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In my living room watching it, I am not laughing
'Cause when it gets tense, I know what might happen
F#m
The world is cold, the bold men take action
Have to react to get blown into fractions
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At 10 years old, it's something to see
Another kid my age drugged under a Jeep
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Taken and bound and found later under a tree
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I wonder if he had thought 'the next one could be me'
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Do you see the soldiers that are out today?
They brush the dust from bulletproof vests away
F#m
It's ironic, at times like this you'd pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday
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There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, and your clothes
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My dad, he's got a lot of fear, I know
E
But enough pride inside not to let that show
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My brother had a book he would hold with pride
D
A little red cover with a broken spine on the back
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He hand-wrote a quote inside,
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"When the rich wage war, it's the poor who die"
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Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
D
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
A
The rest of the world watching at the end of the day
E
Both scared and angry, like "What did he say?"
F#m
Amen
D
Amen
A
Amen
E
Amen
A
Amen
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With hands held high into a sky so blue
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