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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Gitarre
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Stimme und Gesang
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Sampler
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
MC
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Schlagzeug
Phoenix
Phoenix
Bass
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brad Delson
Brad Delson
Songwriter:in
Chester Bennington
Chester Bennington
Songwriter:in
Dave Farrell
Dave Farrell
Songwriter:in
Joseph Hahn
Joseph Hahn
Songwriter:in
MARK WAKEFIELD
MARK WAKEFIELD
Songwriter:in
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Songwriter:in
Rob Bourdon
Rob Bourdon
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bo Bodnar
Bo Bodnar
Ingenieur:in
Chris Bellman
Chris Bellman
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Ethan Mates
Ethan Mates
Mischtechniker:in

Paroles

I was feeling pretty fucking down But you guys You guys have fucking raised me out of the fucking shithole I was in earlier today You guys fucking remind me what the fuck life is all about, man It's about good time, good people, good fun and fucking fans like you I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night Shining with the light from the sun The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming The moon's gonna owe it one It makes me think of how you act to me You do favours, then rapidly You just turn around and start askin' me about Things that you want back from me I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger (sick, sick, sick, sick) Sick of you actin' like I owe you this (sick, sick, sick) Find another place to feed your greed While I find a place to rest I wanna be in another place I hate when you say you don't understand (you'll see it's not meant to be) I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy A place for my head Maybe someday, I'll be just like you and Step on people like you do and Run away, all the people I thought I knew I remember back then who you were You used to be calm, used to be strong Used to be generous, but you should a known That you'd wear out your welcome And now you see how quiet it is all alone I'm so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger Sick of you actin' like I owe you this Find another place to feed your greed While I find a place to rest I'm so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger Sick of you actin' like I owe you this Find another place to feed your greed While I find a place to rest (come on!) I wanna be in another place I hate when you say you don't understand (you'll see it's not meant to be) I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy A place for my head You (try to take the best of me, go away) (You try to take the best of me, go away) (You try to take the best of me, go away) (You) You try to take the best of me (go away!) You try to take the best of me (go away!) You try to take the best of me (go away!) You try to take the best of me, go away! You try to take the best of me, go away! You try to take the best of me, go away! You try to take the best of me, go away! You try to take the best of me, go away! I wanna be in another place I hate when you say you don't understand (you'll see it's not meant to be) I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy A place for my head (Stay away!) I am so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger (stay!) Sick of you actin' like I owe you this Find another place to feed your greed (way!) While I find a place to rest I'm so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger (way!) Sick of you actin' like I owe you this Find another place to feed your greed (stay away from me!) While I find a place to (motherfucker!) Nottingham Thank you guys very much, you've been a great crowd This is gonna be our last song, we need to hear every single one of your voices on it Are you ready?
Writer(s): Brad Delson, Joseph Hahn, Dave Farrell, Chester Charles Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, Mike Shinoda, Mark Wakefield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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