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"Bed of Scars"
Tried walking away but, didn't make
it to far; the scars were just to good
to leave, so I turned around the car...
went back for more
All the pain and anguish was the only
real thing, I knew; anything else just
wouldn't do
The only home I know is you; the only
life lies in feeling the blues... feeling
our atmosphere of blue
When the blue fades, the scars remain;
and, where the bed of scars is, is where
I'll turn this car back around to, and go
again... because that's the bed I've made
Like tattoos, these scars are memories;
when I see them, I think of you
They're symbolic of moments in our
history; if we didn't have them, then
our story would come unglued; because,
they hold the pages together...
the sutures that make of one two
The only home I know is you; the only
life lies in feeling the blues... feeling
our atmosphere of blue
When the blue fades, the scars remain;
and, where the bed of scars is, is where
I'll turn this car back around to, and go
again... because, that's the bed I've made
The scars are what keeps us warm...
And, when the bruises fade, the scars are
all that remains; and, the scars are what
sews together this bed that we've made
it to far; the scars were just to good
to leave, so I turned around the car...
went back for more
All the pain and anguish was the only
real thing, I knew; anything else just
wouldn't do
The only home I know is you; the only
life lies in feeling the blues... feeling
our atmosphere of blue
When the blue fades, the scars remain;
and, where the bed of scars is, is where
I'll turn this car back around to, and go
again... because that's the bed I've made
Like tattoos, these scars are memories;
when I see them, I think of you
They're symbolic of moments in our
history; if we didn't have them, then
our story would come unglued; because,
they hold the pages together...
the sutures that make of one two
The only home I know is you; the only
life lies in feeling the blues... feeling
our atmosphere of blue
When the blue fades, the scars remain;
and, where the bed of scars is, is where
I'll turn this car back around to, and go
again... because, that's the bed I've made
The scars are what keeps us warm...
And, when the bruises fade, the scars are
all that remains; and, the scars are what
sews together this bed that we've made
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