| A scar is the past that will be passed around
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| Passed around, passed around
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| A scar is the past that will be passed around
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| Passed around from you
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| Whatever you say, whatever you do
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| The past will be there following you
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| No matter how hard, how hard you try
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| It will make a mark on your lover’s heart
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| A scar a past, a past passed around
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| Passed around, passed around
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| A scar a past, a past passed around
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| Passed around from you
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| Whatever you say, whatever you do
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| The past will be there following you
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| No matter how hard, how hard you try
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| It will make a mark on your lover’s heart
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| A hand springs out from the cheekbone
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| A made up dance a made up song
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| A dress falls down and then you laugh
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| And all is joy and so is the voice
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| It’s like the choir sings with the little boy
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| But soon you’ll be told that this part has to change
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| A scar a past, a past passed around
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| Passed around, passed around
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| A scar a past, a past passed around
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| Passed around from you
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| Whatever you say, whatever you do
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| The past will be there following you
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| No matter how hard, how hard you try
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| It will make a mark on your lover’s heart
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| There is no room for this type of wealth
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| Act this way, shape yourself
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| Into something that is no longer you
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| Deny that side that nature gave
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| A boy is a boy he don’t act this way
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| The shame gets taught and it finds its place |