[Originally by Third Eye Blind]
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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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'Cuz 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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We're missing you
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And I never claimed to understand
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What happens after dark
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But my fingers catch the sparks
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At the thought of touching you
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When you're wounded
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Pour it out boys
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Let me break it down to revise 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 'em down like we used to
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You're the marigold
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Well you walking down shaking that thing all day
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And then you walk on baby, walk on, you walk on
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On and on
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You're an angel in the pit
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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, and your women's groups
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And the friends with you, we should've known this fool
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Well, I guess we missed the mark
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Still my fingers catch the sparks
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At the thought of them touching you
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And now you're wounded
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Let me break it down to revise 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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You tell 'em, "That's just what people say"
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Back down the bully to the end of the bus
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It's time for them to be scared of us
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Till you're yelling, how we living?
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'Cuz 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 summertime hottie
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With her feet in the air
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You're singing, "I don't care, I don't care "
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Yeah baby you show up
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Wounded
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He Is Legend |