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(Ft. Dierks Bentley) I got a souvenir on my leg The time I stack my bike. A piece of history on my lip The day I learned how to fight. I wouldn't listen, I had to learn, You play with fire, you gonna get burnt! Chorus: Scars talking about stories, Some are like medals We wear with glory Scars, fading with time, You got yours I got mine! Too much trouble and some, All I saw was dust. And my whole life flashing before me, I can still feel 'em stitching me up! I wouldn't listen, I had to learn, You play with fire, you gonna get burnt! Chorus: Scars talking about stories, Some are like medals We wear with glory Scars, fading with time, You got yours I got mine! Then there's one it won't heal, She cut me real! Chorus: Scars talking about stories, Some are like medals We wear with glory Scars, fading with time, You got yours I got mine! Thanks to madailui |