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[Originally by Third Eye Blind] The guy who put his hands on you Has got nothing to do with me And the bruises that you feel will heal And I hope you'll come around 'Cuz we're missing you And you used to speak so easy Now you're afraid to talk to me It's like walking with the wounded Carrying that weight way too far The concrete pulled you down so hard Out there with the wounded We're missing you And I never claimed to understand What happens after dark But my fingers catch the sparks At the thought of touching you LyricsWhen you're wounded Pour it out boys Let me break it down to revise the issue We miss your face and you know I wish you Would come back down to the Dalva Bar You tell them, "That's just my battle scar" I want to kiss you And knock 'em down like we used to You're the marigold Well you walking down shaking that thing all day And then you walk on baby, walk on, you walk on On and on You're an angel in the pit With her hands in the air And we're missing you Now it's fall and your shoulders get tighter Nervous flicks on the lighter, boots Your pissed off poets, and your women's groups And the friends with you, we should've known this fool Well, I guess we missed the mark Still my fingers catch the sparks At the thought of them touching you And now you're wounded Let me break it down to revise the issue You never come around and you know we miss you Well nobody took your pride away You tell 'em, "That's just what people say" Back down the bully to the end of the bus It's time for them to be scared of us Till you're yelling, how we living? 'Cuz you got the ball Then you rock on baby, rock on, you rock on You're a summertime hottie With her feet in the air You're singing, "I don't care, I don't care " Yeah baby you show up From Lyrics Mania