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