Texty: Edwin McCain. Lost In America. Black And Blue.

Showed up in a sleeve of tattoos
High definition broadcast of attitude
Its like she want me to know
Shes got nothing left to loose...Me too

Little bag of junk gets her high
Keeps her from thinking bout shadows in her
mind
She likes me
She knows I wont ask...her why...she crys

Chorus:

Let me fall down
You can fall too
We'll call this banged up black and blue
Let me find out
What happened to you
Waking up banged up black and blue

Sometimes it struggle that makes it good
I wouldnt judge ya
Even if i could
No magic in the lines
Thats misunderstood
You could...you would

Chrous(x2)

Banged up black and blue(x2)

(Thanks to Kaidee for these lyrics)