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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Arion Salazar
Bass Guitar
Brad Hargreaves
Drums
Kevin Cadogan
Lead Guitar
Stephan Jenkins
Lead Vocals
Caitlin Cornwell
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arion Salazar
Songwriter
Brad Hargreaves
Songwriter
Kevin Cadogan
Songwriter
Stephan Jenkins
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Third Eye Blind
Producer
Arion Salazar
Producer
Kevin Cadogan
Producer
Mike Cresswell
Additional Engineer
Alberto Beltrán
Assistant Engineer
Alex Osborne
Assistant Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Assistant Engineer
Steve Cohen
Bass Technician
Russell Bloom
Recording Supervisor
Rob Commer
Drum Technician
Jason Carmer
Engineer
Ron Shipes
Guitar Technician
Tony DeLeonardo
Guitar Technician
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Femio Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Tom Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Clint Roth
Editing Engineer
Jacquire King
Editing Engineer
The Mud Sisters
Producer
Brad Hargreaves
Producer
Lyrics
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
'Cause 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 to far
Concrete pulled you down so hard
Out there with the wounded
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
Let me break it down till I force 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
Till you're walking down shaking that ass again
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 shoulder's get tighter
Nervous flicks on the lighter, boots
Your pissed off poets, your women's groups
And the friends with you, we should have known this fool
Well I guess we missed the mark
Still my fingers catch the sparks at the thought of
Them touching you
Now you're wounded
Let me break it down till I force the issue
You never come around, and you know we miss you
Well nobody took your pride away
I say, that's something people say
Back down the bully to the back of the bus
'Cause it's time for them to be scared of us
Till you're yelling, how we living cause you got the ball
Then you rock on, baby, rock on, you rock on
On and on
You're a summer time hottie with her socks in the air
You're screaming I don't care, baby, I don't care, no
You say you don't know
You say you can't grow (you're the marigold)
All I know is we're missing you, you
You say you don't know
You say you can't grow (you're the marigold)
All I know is we're missing you, you
Show Up
Show up wounded
Show Up
Show wounded
Writer(s): Rickard Dahlberg, Christian Ericson, Joakim Hedestedt, Peter Tuthill, Erik Thyselius
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