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WOUNDED
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(Jenkins, Cadogan)
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the guy who put his hands on you
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has got nothing to do with me
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and the bruises that you feel will heal
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and I hope you'll come around
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cause we're missing you
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and you used to speak so easy
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now you're afraid to talk to me
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it's like walking with the wounded
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carrying that weight way too far
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the concrete pulled you down so hard
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out there with the wounded
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were missing you
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well I never claimed to understand what happens after dark
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but my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of touching you
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when you're wounded
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let me break it down till I force the issue
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we miss your face and you know I wish you
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would come back down to the dalva bar
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you tell them, that's just my battle scar
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I want to kiss you
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and knock them down like we used to
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you're the marigold
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till you're walking down shaking that ass again
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and then you walk on baby walk on you walk on
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you're an angel in the pit with her hands in the air
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and we're missing you
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now it's fall, and your shoulders get tighter
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nervous flicks on the lighter, boots
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your pissed off poets, your women's groups
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and the friends with you, we should have known this fool
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well I guess we missed the mark
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still my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of
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them touching you
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now you're wounded
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let me break it down till I force the issue
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you never come around, and you know we miss you
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well nobody took your pride away
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I said that's something people say
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back down the bully to the back of the bus
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cause it's time for them to be scared of us
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till you're yelling, how we living cause you got the ball
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then you rock on baby, rock on, you rock on
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you're a summer time hottie with her socks in the air
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screaming I don't care baby I don't care
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you say you don't know
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you say you can't grow
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all I know is we're missing you
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you're the marigold
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show up wounded
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WOUNDED
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Third Eye Blind |