Martes, 11 de septiembre de 2007
Buffalo Tom

I close my door at night,
but they get in all right,
and she turns on the light.

I held her hands so tight,
'cause words don't come out right,
and she sees things at night.

Me, I'm closer to the door,
I don't get scared no more,
but I don't know the score.

If I could hold them in my hand,
I'd make them understand,
I'm not a haunted mind,
I'm not a thoughtless kind.

If I could put them in a jar,
I know they wouldn't scar,
I'd do it if I could,
I hope you know I would.

I, I close my door at night,
but she gets in all right,
so I turn on the light.

I, I held her hand too tight,
too hard to make it right,
so I could sleep at night.

If I could hold them in my hand,
I'd make them understand,
I'm not a haunted mind,
I'm not a thoughtless kind.

If I could put them in a jar,
I know they wouldn't scar,
I'd do it if I could,
I hope you know I would.

I'd do it if I could,
I hope you know I would.

I'd do it if I could,
I hope you know I would.

I'd do it if I could,
I hope you know I would.

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