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artist: linkin park album: minutes to midnight song: hands held high NOTE: You can play E instead of all the /chords, it might sound even better, or you can just leave them out. you can also play this on another guitar throughout the song to sound more like it: e|—–5——5——5——5——5——5—| x3 b|——-5-5—-5-5—-5——5-5—-5-5—-5-| g|——————————————–| d|——————————————–| a|——————————————–| E|——————————————–| e|—–5——5——5——7——7——7—| b|——-5-5—-5-5—-5——5-5—-5-5—-5-| g|——————————————–| d|——————————————–| a|——————————————–| E|——————————————–| A A/G# F#m D A E A A turn my mic up louder, i got to say somethin’ A/G# lightweights steppin’ aside when we come in F#m feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumping F#m/E people on the street then panic and start running D words on loose leaf sheet, complete coming D/E i jump in my mind, i summon the rhyme i’m dumping A healing the blind, i promise to let the sun in E sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming A jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping A/E fuck that, i wanna see some fists pumping F#m list something, take back what’s yours F#m/E say something that you know they might attack you for D ‘cause i’m sick of being treated like i had before D/E like it’s stupid standing for what i’m standing for A like this war’s really just a different brand of war E like it doesn’t cater to rich and abandon poor F#m like they understand you, in the back of their jet D when you can’t put gas in your tank, these fuckers A are laughing their way to the bank, and cashing their check E asking you to have the passion and have some respect F#m for a leader so nervous in an obvious way D stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay A and the rest of the world watching at the end of the day E in the living room, laughing like, “what did he say?” F#m amen D amen A amen E amen A amen A in my living room watching but i am not laughing A/E ‘cause when it gets tense, i know what might happen F#m the world is cold, the bold men take action F#m/E have to react to get blown into fractions D 10 years old, it’s something to see D/E another kid my age drugged under a jeep A taken and bound and found later under a tree E i wonder if he had thought ‘the next one could be me’ A do you see the soldiers that are out today? A/E they brush the dust from bulletproof vests away F#m it’s ironic, at times like this you’d pray F#m/E but a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday D there’s bombs on the buses, bikes, roads D/E inside your market, your shops, and your clothes A my dad, he’s got a lot of fear, i know E but enough pride inside not to let that show F#m my brother had a book he would hold with pride D A little red cover with a broken spine A on the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside, E “when the rich wage war, it’s the poor who die” F#m meanwhile, the leader just talks away D stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay A the rest of the world watching at the end of the day E both scared and angry, like “what did he say?” F#m amen D amen A amen E amen A amen F#m D with hands held high into a sky so blue A E as the ocean opens up to swallow you (x6)
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