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I know my heart's beaten upAnd I got some things that yes I sorta regretBut you know I'm dealing withSo I took a page from a friendPacked up what I had leftSaid let's a drinkAnd let's just mail it offThese ghosts follow me aroundIn the morning over coffeeOr late at nightWhen I'm a fifth inIt takes time I knowA patience before I get oldBut sometimes I just want to dieSometimes I want a cigarette in the coldJust to feel my handsA warmth before I get oldSometimes my heart is beaten upGot things that I don't want to touchI got thousand miles from hereAnd I moved myself awayLetras de cancionesAnd I got the times you wouldn't touchI got things that mean so muchAnd I don't understandBut I... From Letras Mania