The Scar Got these songs. They’re my glue. I keep a writing ‘em. They’re what I want to do, All things being what they are… I ain’t’ no performer. I can’t be a star. I’ve spent all these years, dreaming at a bar I wrote this song. I call it the scar. I listen to old records. I play them late at night. I study their progressions, try to get them …
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