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• Artiste: Linkin Park
• Titre: Don’t Look For Brings
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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 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