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• Artiste: Wyatt Flores
• Titre: Habits
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I used to have a heart of gold you loved to hold You'd put it in your pocket and hide it from the cold And we would go dancing out in the street You tasted like summer, didn't mind losing sleep I picked up your habits, I learned from the best I turned a heart to ash like a drunken cigarette I don't feel nothing inside as I look into her eyes Or maybe I'm just jealous she feels enough to cry You taught me how to run someone low after the high Just leave before you say goodbye And do I ever cross your mind, our missed road of life? Or am I just another going down 35 Guess it don't matter, I learned what I need to know To never let someone be so damn close I picked up your habits, I learned from the best I turned a heart to ash like a drunken cigarette I don't feel nothing inside as I look into her eyes Or maybe I'm just jealous she feels enough to cry You taught me how to run someone low after the high Just leave 'fore you say goodbye