| Got a 32-stitch reminder
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| From my elbow to my wrist
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| When those 6th-grade kings
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| Dared me to jump my Mongoose across that ditch
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| The mark that’s left of my left eye
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| Is from a Daisy BB gun
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| When Tom and Mitchell got tired of shooting cans
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| So we shot me just for fun
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| Yeah, we just cried and kept on playin'
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| Didn’t run to mom or dad
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| Friends fought like hell we didn’t tattle-tale
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| 'Cause we all knew better than that
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| I count my blessings for those lessons
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| I survived when I look back
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| I thank my lucky scars for that
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| I thank my lucky scars for that
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| This one right here below my ear
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| I got from cold beer drinking
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| Kissing on some girl who wasn’t mine for kissing
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| Wasn’t no Facebook, no Instagram
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| And to this day I say «Yes, ma’am»
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| Ain’t it funny what you can learn when you listen?
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| Well, we just cried and kept on playing
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| Didn’t run to mom or dad
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| Friends fought like hell never tattle-taled
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| We all knew better than that
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| Well, I count my blessings for those lessons
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| I survived when I look back
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| I thank my lucky scars
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| I thank my lucky scars for that
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| I thank my lucky scars
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| I thank my lucky scars
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| I thank my lucky scars
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| I thank my lucky scars
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| Last night I held you in my arms
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| I thank my lucky scars
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| For all that makes us who we are
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| I thank my lucky scars
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| For every fell and broke and cut and cracked
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| They found the road to where you’re at
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| I thank my lucky scars for that
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| Yeah, we just cried and kept on playing
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| Didn’t run to mom or dad
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| Friends fought like hell never tattle-taled
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| 'Cause we all knew better than that
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| I count my blessings for those lessons
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| I survived when I look back
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| I thank my lucky scars for that
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| I thank my lucky scars for that
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| I thank my lucky scars for that
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| Amen |