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scars
U2
You got lost, love, and you found troubleWhen you went looking for your life
You got some scars and some others suffer
But you keep on reaching for the light
The doors of your heart were kicked open
But you re leaving history far behind
Can t break what s already been broken
And now it s time
I know, know, know
All that you ve been through
So I know, know, know
Who you are, who you are
Let em show, show, show
It s your scars that give you beauty
You re a beauty
Don t cover your scars
Your scars
Don t cover your scars
They re your scars
Don t cover your scars
They re your scars
You re looking up now, you re looking skyward
Your blackest night is turning blue
All the tyrants that you ve defeated
The only one that s left is you
The doors of your heart were kicked open
But you re leaving history far behind
Can t break what s already been broken
But now it s time
I know, know, know
All that you ve been through
I know, know, know
Who you are, who you are
Let em show, show, show
It s your scars that give you beauty
You re a beauty
Don t cover your scars
Don t cover your scars
They re your scars
Don t cover your scars
They re your scars
I m the last of your loves,
The loser, the least
I m the name on the form that demands your release
I m the silence when you grieve
I ll keep you company
Even if you don t believe that it s me
Put your hands on my hand
Feel the nails of the state
Punching holes in the innocent
To fill them with hate
When the townhall cries
For someone to blame
Making laws out of lies
And legal robes out of shame
Put your hand in my side
Feel the contours of control
The silver spikes of friendship
Traded for a soul
The touch and the taste of me
Vinegar sweet
You won t know who I am
The next time we meet
The next time we meet