Scar on my head, Smiles on my hips

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There's a scar on my head,
It's the smile on my face,
A curved and sad scar to face,
I don't care what it said,

There're smiles on my hips,
They're the cuts on my thigh,
Red bright and straights lips,
They get me a bit high,

Now I want to kiss my scars,
And cut my fake fucking smile.

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