Ooo Welcome in my friend, out of the cold where it's warm, please step in What's your name my friend? My name's the same what a strange coincidence Glad
Welcome in my friend Out of the cold where it's warm Please step in What's your name my friend My name's the same What a strange coincidence Glad you'
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: Welcome in my friend Out of the cold where it's warm Please step in What's your name my friend My name's the same What a strange coincidence Glad you
Welcome in my friend Out of the cold where it's warm Please step in What's your name my friend My name's the same What a strange coincidence Glad you
skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name! [ Mike Shinoda ] Mike! - He doesn't need his name
game They tryna tag em, spray a brotha frame But your shots can't reach me I'm way above your aim Go 'head nigga, say another name Take dis family for
's moaning You Belong to Me I Believe And someone says You're in the wrong place My friend You better leave And the only sound that's left After
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, But what if it don't? What happens in my head stays in my head But sometimes it won't What if you knew what
I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have, all I have, all I have in this world) Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face On
before it, preparing for war shit Their god's only a graphic, the sky's computer blue There is a moral malfunction, what will the machine do to you They
Mmm mmm, mmm mmm mmm mmm What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas But what if it don't? What happens in my head stays in my head But sometimes it won't What
(Mmm mm mm mm mm mm mm) What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but what if it don't? What happens in my head stays in my head, but sometimes it won
When people stare at the scene like a machine of the team Looking for theme between cracks searching for cream Physical image can never be lost, never
'Cuz that's the only way we know our kill When you're a thug you're always taught to show no fear I'm going head up, dead up Will anybody in there make
dressed in high fabrics With troops like Babe Ruth, up on the Mezzanine Brandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yo It's all about the money, son, now that's the only
