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A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar [2003 Bonus DVD] (Dashboard Confessional) · Scar [Bonus Track] (Joe Henry) · Scar (Cloud Control) · Scar (Cloud Control) · Scar (Lush) · Leave a Scar: Live North Carolina [Clean] (Blackberry Smoke) · The Scar (Missy Higgins) · A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar [2004 Bonus DVD] (Dashboard Confessional) · Scar/Money Man (Mark Pritchard) · Scar [EP] (Missy Higgins) – and 90 other albums »


I'm gonna open up the window and let in October
And roll up my sleeves in the rain

Roll out on the freeway with a heart a little harder
Breezes
Yeah most of all
I love
You
You
I love the tree's of gold
Against the blue
October sky
I love to feel the sea
Runnin' over my feet
As the waves
Plaid skirts that hide love
Walk in single file.
Ties that restrict blood to the brain.

Passing notes in math class.
Freedom wear your scars
From a shack by a mountain stream 
To a room in New Orleans 
So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home 
The men I meet ain't warm and friendly
How can there be trouble in this world? 
With the color in these hills, the blue October sky, 
this little road that winds along the river. 
Dusty
Her hair was golden brown and she wore blue jeans
And she told me that she cried a lot
I told her not to worry 'bout the little things
Our
(Dolly Parton)

From a shack by a mountain stream 
To a room in New Orleans 
So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home 
The men I meet ain't warm
Beck here the leaves are turning
On me just like you
Change is full of color
And it's anything but blue

I thought that I'd stop living
Without
Nineteen hundred seventy three
My second cousin Calvin and me
We loaded down his old blue green Corvair
And headed for the State Fair

Was mid
strived the valley sides
Reached the bright blue castle
It appeared in defiant solitude
Spreading scraps of paint
Out on the October sky surface
From inside
at all 
Not like the man repeatedly struck by lightning 
When he bears his scars, we all know 

When he bears his scars, he's a star
Calmed the heart of a lonely lady,
You kept me flying high,
And the leaving easy.
And it's Dallas in the rain,
And I was dreaming.

October winds
And they dipped my head in
The water blue
Rat's got a deep scar
Line's owned to you

On top of her
Once a lame
Rare as stone
Can't feel my
standing by the live oak tree, in our yard on Canyon Lake
And I'm driving under miles and miles of clear blue Texas skies
Some strangers in a pick-up truck,
T-Bone Steak Blues Trk 6 Dsc 1 3:40 
Sleepy John Estes
(John Adams Estes)
James 'Yank' Rachell - Vocal & mandolin
Sleepy John Estes - guitar
Friday night butterflies,
Like clockwork they'd arrive...
A little chill and the October sky.
Nervous till the kickoff game,
Four quarters win
flames, October ashes
Southern skin and blue jean flashes
Strike a match and light a memory
We never said goodbye, we let it fly into thin air
Tonight I'm
Hose little imperfections
Are what I love about you
The scar on your arms
In the shape of a heart
Baby blue eyes
And the smile of an angel
Melt
Your not alone tonight
I know what lonely is like
I've still got the scars
I know that hurt by heart

Hope you don't take this wrong
But that smile
When I saw the ambulance screaming down Main Street
I didn't give it a thought
But it was my Uncle Eugene
He died on October
The second, nineteen
of October like memories of the dead

And the last time I saw autumn's fire was a thousand years ago
I put my faith in autumn -- seasons come seasons go
They're the spike driver's scars

By the railroad ties there a hammer lies
It's all painted in red
It's all painted in red
It's all painted in red
Propped my eyes open with some chemistry 
I've got a three hour drive and a man to see 
The blue bruised sky is closing in 
Cover up well because
We come for the glory, we come for the fame
We cannot resist it, like moths to a flame
And most will get nothing but addictions and scars
Blues
On a blue antique night 
In early October 
His wavy brown hair 
Stuck wet to his shoulder 

And its click, click, click 
Go the heels of his