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    Linkin Park Forgotten + Sweet Child O’mine (Live) Lyrics текст песни

    Forgotten + Sweet Child O’mine (Live) Lyrics

    From the top to the bottom

    bottom to top I stop

    at the core I’ve forgotten

    in the middle of my thoughts

    taken far from my safety

    the picture’s there

    the memory won’t escape me

    but why should I care?

    From the top to the bottom

    bottom to top I stop

    at the core I’ve forgotten

    in the middle of my thoughts

    taken far from my safety

    the picture’s there

    the memory won’t escape me

    but why should I care?

    Theres a place so dark you can’t see the end

    skies cock back [back]

    and shock that which can’t defend

    the rain then sends dripping

    acidic questions

    forcefully

    the power of suggestion

    then with the eyes shut

    looking through the rust, and rot, and dust

    a small spot of light floods the floor

    and pours over the rusted world of pretend

    and the eyes ease open

    and it’s dark again

    From the top to the bottom

    bottom to top I stop

    at the core I’ve forgotten

    in the middle of my thoughts

    taken far from my safety

    the pictures there

    the memory won’t escape me

    but why should I care?

    In the memory you’ll find me

    eyes burning up

    the darkness holding me tightly

    until the sun rises up

    Moving all around

    screaming of the ups and downs

    pollution manifested in perpetual sound

    the wheels go round

    and the sunset creeps behind street lamps

    chain link and concrete

    a little piece of paper with a picture drawn

    floats on down the street

    till the wind is gone

    the memory now is like the picture was then

    when the papers crumpled up

    can be perfect again

    From the top to the bottom

    bottom to top I stop

    at the core I’ve forgotten

    in the middle of my thoughts

    taken far from my safety

    the pictures there

    the memory won’t escape me

    but why should I care?

    From the top to the bottom

    bottom to top I stop

    at the core I’ve forgotten

    in the middle of my thoughts

    taken far from my safety

    the picture’s there

    the memory won’t escape me

    but why should I care?

    In the memory you’ll find me

    eyes burning up

    the darkness holding me tightly

    until the sun rises up

    Now you got me caught in the act

    you bring the thought back

    Now you got me caught in the act

    you bring the thought back

    Now you got me caught in the act

    you bring the thought back

    Now you got me caught in the act

    you bring the thought back

    I’m telling you that

    I see it right through you (7x)

    In the memory you’ll find me

    eyes burning up

    the darkness holding me tightly

    until the sun rises up

    in the memory

    you’ll find me

    eyes burning up

    the darkness holding me tightly

    until the sun rises up

    Oooh, she’s got eyes of the bluest skies

    As if they thought of rain

    Oooh, she’s got eyes of the bluest skies

    As if they thought of rain

    I hate to look into those eyes

    And see an ounce of pain



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