Honey, I know why you're asking
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What are these scars
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Who made them
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And love, stop asking
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I'd rather have them, so I can stand up again
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Stop asking
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What will happen next, what will happen next
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The next time I go out and I won't be back
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Then you will be the one who bursts into tears
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I can't feel my left eye, I don't know where it came from
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And believe me, when you came for her, I held the place
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Let him shout I'm a beachboy
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Let him shout that I am nobody
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Until his friend kicks me bravissimo
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I'm not aggressive, but a dark mind is a dark mind
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And scars on the body prove in the morning that it doesn't make sense
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Shards, broken showcases
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Blood and dirt everywhere
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All I hear is the sound of sirens, bruised joints, and nights on the beaks
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Honey, I know why you're asking
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What are these scars
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Who made them
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And love, stop asking
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I'd rather have them, so I can stand up for myself again
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Stop asking
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What will happen next, what will happen next
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The next time I go out and I won't be back
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Then you will be the one who bursts into tears
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What will you do for your background
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What will you do for your brothers?
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If you want to ruin your life, risk your own skin
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Make it right for you
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How much do you pay for your scars
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I'm not asking you, ask mom
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So the next time you walk out the door, back into the dark world
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Most of all, manage to come back
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Honey, I know why you're asking
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What are these scars
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Who made them
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And love, stop asking
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I'd rather have them, so I can stand up for myself again
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Stop asking
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What will happen next, what will happen next
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The next time I go out and I won't be back
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So you'll be home what…
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She bursts into tears |