Artist/Band:
Linkin Park
Lyrics for Song: Blue
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Linkin Park
[Verse 1]In the dark days,
I'll part ways with the blame, trying to maintain
But it's still all the same, it's all a game
Hear my name in the rain,
And the pain I wear on my face with a tear stain
You feign fondness,
And honestly it's time to give you a piece of my mind
And show you that you're blind and,
In the design, of the world I call mine
Know that you can't stand on both sides of the line
[Pre-Chorus]Everything is my fault
(It's all the same, just pass me the blame)
The problems have two faces
Everything is my fault
(It's all the same, just pass me the blame)
The problems have two faces
[Chorus]Pass all the blame over to me
It will come eventually
Take the time out to examine
All these questions honestly
[Verse 2]With my eyes shut I'm seeing the truth in your words
The absurd, slurred into beauty to be heard
You swim through deceit, the lies that you tell
The stories you sell, knowing you well
I keep distance. And every instance,
You keep your thoughts concealed
What I feel, just another spoke in the wheel
All or nothin', thrown down and trampled by your heel
And eaten away by my own version of the real
[Pre-Chorus]Everything is my fault
(It's all the same, just pass me the blame)
The problems have two faces
Everything is my fault
(It's all the same, just pass me the blame)
The problems have two faces
[Chorus]Pass all the blame over to me
It will come eventually
Take the time out to examine
All these questions honestly
[Outro](Darkens to black)
Nothing, thrown down
(It's all the same, just pass me the blame)
Trampled by your heel
(Play the game and win a tear stain)
Eaten by my own
(Pass the blame 'cause you'll feel it if you don't)
Version of the real
(I'll scar dead and get your mind, get your brain)
(Darkens to black)
Nothing, thrown down
(It's all the same, just pass me the blame)
Trampled by your heel
(Play the game and win a tear stain)
Eaten by my own
(Pass the blame 'cause you'll feel it if you don't)
Version of the real
(I'll scar dead and get your mind, get your brain)
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