"you used to speak so easy,
now you're afaid to talk to me.
Its 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.
Well I never claimed to understand
what happens after dark,
but my fingers catch the sparks
at the thought of touching you,
When you're wounded"
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