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The day I was late getting back with the dough
That you wanted to put in the slot machine.
The time I became a petulant child
When you wanted to buy me some new blue jeans.
The August weekend when you made me my dinner
And all I could do was complain.
The memories pass away into nothing
Only the scars will remain.
The time I was blue and you knew I was down
But stood back and refused to hug me.
That afternoon when you went out in the town
And wasted the money I lent you.
The evening we had our big fight
And I slept in the car all that night.
The memories pass away into nothing
Only the scars will remain.
Criss-cross my soul.
Criss-cross your own.
By the time that we come to our senses
Only the scars will remain,
Only the scars will remain.
oOoA small song lyric inspired by
Poetigress's Thursday Prompt.
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Apparently I recorded something to these lyrics at some point. I can't recall.
http://www.silver-wire.org/unsorted/scars.mp3
It's not very good.
http://www.silver-wire.org/unsorted/scars.mp3
It's not very good.
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