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Scars from the Flame

04 Rowdy Reputation

now its too big travel to better dreams

If we’re going to be sincere,
you were always raised in fear,
in what you can and cannot do,
in what you must and must not pursue.

Through childhood they carved out holes,
and one day you find you live with those.
The chains arrive wrapped in prejudice,
and each day feels like punishment, merciless.

Break the voices that are not your own,
break the rules that cut to the bone.
You are no slave, you’re not a mere echo,
you are life searching for a new meadow.

I wonder when it all began,
the teaching of submission’s plan:
that we must always serve in silence,
while the clever climb with defiance.

You want to be honest and stay true,
but you meet those who betray you.
Rumors sting and knives are cast,
and fear teaches hatred fast.

Break the voices that are not your own,
break the rules that cut to the bone.
You are no slave, you’re not a mere echo,
you are life searching for a new meadow.

Education demands you must be the best,
comparing you against all the rest.
They sell you success, the car, the gold,
but when it’s not enough, your hell unfolds.

They teach you that you only exist,
if you’re a doctor, a lawyer in suit and twist.
But emptiness is never healed by titles,
and happiness doesn’t fit in a Porsche’s idols.

Break the voices that are not your own,
break the rules that cut to the bone.
You are no slave, you’re not a mere echo,
you are life searching for a new meadow.

Dare to ask yourself who you are,
to question beliefs you carried so far.
Don’t be the slave of chains they’ve given,
nor of your own, nor their prison.

Let’s be honest, we were always taught under fear

She ain’t the kind to paint her face,
Ain’t got no diamonds, ain’t got no lace.
Doesn’t need no high-heeled shoes,
She walks this world with nothin’ to prove.
She don’t sip on no champagne,
Ain’t about that ritzy game.
Give her a backroad, a sunset view,
A tailgate seat and a sky so blue.
Just jeans and a cowboy hat,
That’s my baby, yeah, just like that.
Simple and sweet, tough as they come,
A little bit crazy but full of fun.
She don’t need no high-class shine,
She’s a shot of whiskey, not a glass of wine.
And I thank the Lord every night for that—
My girl in jeans and a cowboy hat.
She ain’t about no downtown scene,
She’d rather be where the grass is green.
Boots in the dirt, hands in the air,
Country song playin’, she don’t care.
She don’t need no fancy pearls,
She’s a bonfire kind of girl.
Dancin’ in the moonlight, laughin’ loud,
Stealin’ my heart without a crowd.
Just jeans and a cowboy hat,
That’s my baby, yeah, just like that.
Simple and sweet, tough as they come,
A little bit crazy but full of fun.
She don’t need no high-class shine,
She’s a shot of whiskey, not a glass of wine.
And I thank the Lord every night for that—
My girl in jeans and a cowboy hat.
She’s got dust on her boots, fire in her soul,
Ain’t afraid of the wind, don’t fear the cold.
She’s everything I’ll ever need,
My wild and free, my country queen.
Just jeans and a cowboy hat,
That’s my baby, yeah, just like that.
A backroad queen with a heart so true,
A little bit stubborn, but I love her too.
She don’t need no high-class shine,
She’s a shot of whiskey, not a glass of wine.
And I thank the Lord every night for that—
My girl in jeans and a cowboy hat.
Yeah, I thank the Lord every night for that…
My girl in jeans and a cowboy hat.

Jeans & A Cowboy Hat

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