A Place for My Head - Live from Koln, 2008

Haha, like this

You go too fast
I watch how the moon sits in the sky in the dark night
Shining with the light from the sun
Sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming
The moon's going to owe it one
It makes me think of how you act to me
You do favors and then rapidly
You just turn around and start asking me about
Things that you want back from me

I'm sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest

I wanna be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
(You'll see it's not meant to be)
I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head

Maybe someday I'll be just like you and
Step on people like you do
Run away, all the people I thought I knew
I remember back then who you were
Used to be calm, used to be strong
Used to be generous, you should've known
That you'd wear out your welcome and now you see
How quiet it is all alone

I'm so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest

I'm so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest

I wanna be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
(You'll see it's not meant to be)
I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head

You try to take the best of me
Go away
You try to take the best of me
Go away
You try to take the best of me
Go away
You try to take the best of me
Go away

You try to take the best of me
Go away
You try to take the best of me
Go away
You try to take the best of me
Go away
You try to take the best of me
Go away

I wanna be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
(You'll see it's not meant to be)
I wanna be in the energy, not with the enemy
A place for my head

Get
Away (you ready?)

I am so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to rest

I'm so sick of the tension, sick of the hunger
Sick of you acting like I owe you this
Find another place to feed your greed
While I find a place to- (motherfucker)



Credits
Writer(s): Brad Delson, Joseph Hahn, Dave Farrell, Chester Charles Bennington, Robert G. Bourdon, Mike Shinoda, Mark Wakefield
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