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Aterrado

Buckaroo

Grounded

Black was the color
That dyed my toes
Driven by a light sleep
Thoughts that come and go

Sitting in the green
Was my stalker fiend
There he was
There he was

The afternoons that would be blue
Nights that would be brighten
Tired feet and tired throat
Finally came to rest

Sitting in the green
Was my stalker fiend
There he was
There he was

I never knew what I was to know
To you
Doesn't matter what we did
We still act like little kids

I never knew what I was to know
To you

Lying in the green
Was my stalker fiend
There he was
There he was

Doesn't matter what we did
We still act like little kids
I never knew what I was to know
To you

Doesn't matter what we did
We still act like little kids
I never knew what I was to know
To you

Doesn't matter what we did
We still act like little kids
I never knew what I was to know
To you

Doesn't matter what we did
We still act like little kids
I never knew what I was to know
To you

Aterrado

Negro era el color
Que teñía mis dedos de los pies
Impulsado por un sueño ligero
Pensamientos que vienen y van

Sentado en el verde
Estaba mi acosador
Allí estaba él
Allí estaba él

Las tardes que serían azules
Noches que se iluminarían
Pies cansados y garganta cansada
Finalmente descansaron

Sentado en el verde
Estaba mi acosador
Allí estaba él
Allí estaba él

Nunca supe lo que debía saber
Para ti
No importa lo que hicimos
Seguimos actuando como niños pequeños

Nunca supe lo que debía saber
Para ti

Acostado en el verde
Estaba mi acosador
Allí estaba él
Allí estaba él

No importa lo que hicimos
Seguimos actuando como niños pequeños
Nunca supe lo que debía saber
Para ti

No importa lo que hicimos
Seguimos actuando como niños pequeños
Nunca supe lo que debía saber
Para ti

No importa lo que hicimos
Seguimos actuando como niños pequeños
Nunca supe lo que debía saber
Para ti

No importa lo que hicimos
Seguimos actuando como niños pequeños
Nunca supe lo que debía saber
Para ti

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