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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Brad Delson
Guitare principale
Chester Bennington
Chant
Dave Farrell
Basse
Joseph Hahn
Échantillonneur
Mike Shinoda
Claviers
Rob Bourdon
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brad Delson
Paroles/Composition
Chester Bennington
Paroles/Composition
Dave Farrell
Paroles/Composition
Joseph Hahn
Paroles/Composition
Mike Shinoda
Paroles/Composition
Rob Bourdon
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
LINKIN PARK
Production
Steve Sisco
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Fox Phelps
Assistance d’ingénierie
Brian Gardner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Andy Wallace
Ingénierie de mixage
Don Gilmore
Production
John Ewing, Jr.
Ingénierie
Paroles
There are just too many times that people have tried to look inside of me
Wondering what I think of you and I protect you out of courtesy
Too many times that I've held on when I needed to push away
Afraid to say what was on my mind, afraid to say what I need to say
Too many things that you said about me when I'm not around
You think having the upper hand means you gotta keep putting me down
But I've had too many standoffs with you
It's about as much as I can stand
So I'm waiting until the upper hand is mine
One minute you're on top
The next you're not, watch it drop
Making your heart stop
Just before you hit the floor
One minute you're on top
The next you're not, missed your shot
Making your heart stop
You think you've won
And then it's all gone
So many people like me put so much trust in all your lies
So concerned with what you think to just say what we feel inside
So many people like me walk on eggshells all day long
All I know is that all I want is to feel like I'm not stepped on
There are so many things you say that make me feel you cross the line
What goes up will surely fall and I'm counting down the time
'Cause I've had so many standoffs with you
It's about as much as I can stand
So I'm waiting until the upper hand is mine
One minute you're on top
The next you're not, watch it drop
Making your heart stop
Just before you hit the floor
One minute you're on top
The next you're not, missed your shot
Making your heart stop
You think you've won
And then it's all gone
And then it's all gone
And then it's all gone
And then it's all gone
Now it's all gone
I know I'll never trust a single thing you say
You knew your lies would divide us but you lied anyway
And all the lies have got you floating up above us all
But what goes up has got to fall
One minute you're on top
The next you're not, watch it drop
Making your heart stop
Just before you hit the floor
One minute you're on top
The next you're not, missed your shot
Making your heart stop
You think you've won
And then it's all gone
And then it's all gone
And then it's all gone
And then it's all gone
Now it's all gone
Writer(s): Brad Delson, Mike Shinoda, Joseph Hahn, Chester Charles Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, David Farrell
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