Looked in the ocean
Looked in the sea
Found her laughing
Watching for me
Left the door open
Left the door wide
Found she often
Kept it inside
And if you're badder than fact phone z
Phend it back to me
Sitting front pitter badder than b
Even badder than phint to phone badder
Than the patter in friends
Who gutter the prat
The Friday on the patter you plumped
You're getting thrown even badder than bomb
Don't trust
And if you don't then you're fighting for what?
Fighting for a place we can call home
Looking for a way not to be alone
Fighting for a place we can call home
Looking for a way not to be alone
Not to be alone
Da na na, da na na na na, na na na, na na na
Da na na, da na na na na, na na na, na na na
Da na na, da na na na na, na na na, na na na
Da na na, da na na na na, na na na, na na na
Da na na, na na na
Fighting for a place we can call home
Looking for a way not to be alone
Fighting for a place we can call home
Looking for a way not to be alone
Not to be alone
Writer(s): Joseph Hahn, Brad Delson, Chester Charles Bennington, Mike Shinoda, Robert G. Bourdon, David Farrell
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