(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!

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