And One chords with lyrics by Linkin Park - Easy chords and tabs for guitar

Linkin Park – And One chords

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[Verse 1]
D A D AWhere should I start? Disjointed heart
D A D A CI've got no commitment to my own flesh and blood
D A D AmLeft all alone, far from my home
D 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 regressed
D A D AIf anger's a gift, then I guess I've been blessed
[Chorus]
C D A FI keep it locked up, inside
D A FKeep my distance from your lies
[Interlude]
D A FIt's too late to love me, now
CYou have never shown me
D A FIt's too late to love me, now
C BbYou don't even know me
[Bridge 1]
DBreaking a part of my heart to find release
DTaking you out of my blood to bring me peace
DBreaking a part of my heart to find release
DTaking you out of my blood to bring me peace
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 peace
[Chorus]
D A FKeep it locked up, inside
D 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 peace
DBreaking a part of my heart to find release
DTaking you out of my blood to bring me peace
DBreaking a part of my heart to find release
DTaking you out of my blood to bring me peace
D AKeep my distance
D AKeep my distance
D AKeep my distance
D AKeep my distance
[Outro]
DSpit drips from the jaw of the witless witness
DCryptic colloquialisms shift your mid rift
DDog paddle through a bog of shadows and smog
DWith my thought catalog, analogue rap battle log
DKeep my distance and fear resistance
DHurt by persistence, the twisted web of tangled lies
DStrangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste
DAnd I'm forced to face these hate crimes
DAgainst the state of being
DFeeling the weightlessness press me to the ceiling
DReeling around rooms, riding a bubble of sound
DTuned to the frequency making your chest shake
DWith every boom
DInvoluntary muscle contraction
DIgnoring your neck's breaking, musical gas fume euphoria
DThe sound pounds to make the dead flush
DTo hand you a head rush with read thoughts and said stuff
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