Dedicated
Linkin Park
Cm
(início)
Cm I have a dream of a scene between the green hills Cm Clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed Cm People don't talk about keeping it real Cm It's understood that they actually will Cm And intoxicated and stimulated MCs Cm Staring in the trees, paranoid, are gone in the breeze Cm Watch them flee, hip-hop heads Cm Take a walk with me and what you'll see Cm Is a land where the sand is made up of crushed up wax Cm And the sky beyond you is krylon blue Cm And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme Cm And MCs have left materialism behind them
Pre-Chorus
Cm Meanwhile, I just grip my mic Cm And hope me and my team make it through alright Cm Because say what you will and say what you might Cm But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night
Chorus
Cm Because this is dedicated to the kids D Dedicated to wherever music lives Ab Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same Gm And dedicated to the people advancing the game Cm What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong D What's real is the kids who think they don't belong Ab What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run Gm Who are hiding in the shadows, waiting for the sun
Verse 2
Cm I've seen a lot of ****, I've talked to a bum Cm Out on Sunset Strip, he asked me, "How would you feel Cm If everybody acted like you didn't exist? Cm You'd lose your grip, probably eventually flip" Cm So let it be known, the only reason that we do this Cm Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it Cm While MCs fight to see who can be the commonest Cm Be floating overhead like a space odyssey monolith Cm Dm Over seeing the game, over being part of the same old thing Ab It's all gonna change in a hurricane of darkness and pain Gm And acidic rain and promises that you won't do it again
Pre-Chorus
Cm F Meanwhile, I just grip my mic Dm D And hope me and my team make it through alright Ab Because say what you will and say what you might Cm But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night
Chorus
Cm Because this is dedicated to the kids D Dedicated to wherever music lives Ab Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same Gm And dedicated to the people advancing the game Cm What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong D What's real is the kids who think they don't belong Ab What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run Gm Who are hiding in the shadows, waiting for the sun
Bridge
Cm Dm Ab Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside G Fm This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide Dm Ab Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside G This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
Chorus
Cm This is dedicated to the kids D Dedicated to wherever music lives Ab Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same Gm And dedicated to the people advancing the game Cm What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong D What's real is the kids who think they don't belong Ab What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run Gm Who are hiding in the shadows, waiting for the sun Cm This is dedicated to the kids D Dedicated to wherever music lives Ab Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same Gm And dedicated to the people advancing the game Cm What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong D What's real is the kids who think they don't belong Ab What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run Gm Who are hiding in the shadows, waiting for the sun
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