Linkin Park – And One (Guitar)
Drop D (D-A-D-G-B-E)
Key
-
Versions
(4)
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Speed:
1.0x
Chords
[Verse 1]
D A D A Where should I start? Disjointed heart D A D A C I've got no commitment to my own flesh and blood D A D Am Left all alone, far from my home D A D A No one to hear me, to heal my ill heart
[Chorus]
C D A F I keep it locked up, inside
[Verse 2]
C D A D Am I cannot express to the point I've regressed D A D A If anger's a gift, then I guess I've been blessed
[Chorus]
C D A F I keep it locked up, inside D A F Keep my distance from your lies
[Interlude]
D A F It's too late to love me, now C You have never shown me D A F It's too late to love me, now C Bb You don't even know me
[Bridge 1]
D Breaking a part of my heart to find release D Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace D Breaking a part of my heart to find release D Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace D Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Break!) D Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me!) D Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Down!) D Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace
[Chorus]
D A F Keep it locked up, inside D A F Keep my distance from your lies
[Bridge 2]
D Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Break!) D Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace (Me!) D Breaking a part of my heart to find release (Down!) D Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace D Breaking a part of my heart to find release D Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace D Breaking a part of my heart to find release D Taking you out of my blood to bring me peace D A Keep my distance D A Keep my distance D A Keep my distance D A Keep my distance
[Outro]
D Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness D Cryptic colloquialisms shift your mid rift D Dog paddle through a bog of shadows and smog D With my thought catalog, analogue rap battle log D Keep my distance and fear resistance D Hurt by persistence, the twisted web of tangled lies D Strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste D And I'm forced to face these hate crimes D Against the state of being D Feeling the weightlessness press me to the ceiling D Reeling around rooms, riding a bubble of sound D Tuned to the frequency making your chest shake D With every boom D Involuntary muscle contraction D Ignoring your neck's breaking, musical gas fume euphoria D The sound pounds to make the dead flush D To hand you a head rush with read thoughts and said stuff