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Songteksten Linkin Park Don’t Look For Brings songtekst:
It does not look at for brings with the hand on the eyes
You do not see the time to pass its return
But everything what it happened to it was unreal
Therefore if the world where we live this no finish
Then why to be worried about the time that already passed
Then it does not look at for brings, and exactly thus it says me
If the future has something that makes me to believe
That everything in it has felt and has a solution
That all the questions have reply
And that everything of one day for the other goes to decide itself
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It says me where I go
Shows to me what I cannot see
Makes to speak me what I do not know
Makes with that I breathe the air who I never breathed
I make with that I feel the touch of the guitar
Then it does not look at for brings, and exactly thus it says me
If the gift has direction, if all pain that I am feeling was in vain
That all can speak what to want that nothing goes to change this
That I woke up of I dream where I age
Only one spectator that only saw what it was happening at that moment of desperation and chaos
The world this is of itself, then it shows my directions to me
It says me where I go
Shows to me what I cannot see
Makes to speak me what I do not know
Makes with that I breathe the air who I never breathed
I make with that I feel the touch of the guitar
Then it does not look at for brings, and exactly thus it says me
If the past has some thing to have with that I am passing
That if I to close the eyes will see as everything did not pass of a simple dream
Where I could not wake up
But now I already feel the blood to run in my veins
He says me where I go
Shows to me what I cannot see
Makes to speak me what I do not know
Makes with that I breathe the air who I never breathed
I make with that I feel the touch of the guitar | | |
