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I got a souvenir on my leg
The time I stacked 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're gonna get burned
Scars, talking 'bout stories
Some are like medals we wear with glory
Scars, fading with time
You got yours, and I got mine
Too much throttle and some gravel edges
All I saw was dust
And my whole life flashing before me
I can still feel them stitching me up
I wouldn't listen, I had to learn
You play with fire, you're gonna get burned
Scars, talking 'bout stories
Some are like medals we wear with glory
Scars, fading with time
You got yours, and I got mine
Then there's one that won't heal
She cut me real deep
Scars, talking 'bout stories
Some are like medals we wear with glory
Scars, fading with time
You got yours, well, I got scars
Talking 'bout stories
Some are like medals we wear with glory
Scars, fading with time
You got yours, and I got mine
Scars!