| Last night the stars never went down, i spent 13 long hours on a plane
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| Here we are now nervous as school girls, skittish as horses, awkward as prom
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| dates
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| And it should be familiar, this once was my country, before the coming of the
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| sea
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| Hey Tom did your old pony ever find the way back home?
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| The streets of our past, we gambled away, when hours and days were still free
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| On the roof of your car, we studied the night sky with both our adulthoods
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| lying in wait
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| And i still feel the downpour of a season so sacred, you take my bags,
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| pull up the car
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| Hey Tom looks like your pony really made it pretty far
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| Two feathers for the plans, three daisies for the memories
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| A penny for the dust and for the love
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| Four stitches for the loss, five glasses for the riches
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| One breath for the crumbling of the sky
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| Before the last snow, two synchronized blossoms waiting for summer to come
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| And the world was lit up then and the fairgrounds were shining
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| Your hand on my shoulder… That was enough
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| And my heart was so calm then, in the roundness of waiting
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| When love was innocent and slow
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| Hey Tom do you think our ponies will ever find a way back home?
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| Two feathers for the plans, three daisies for the memories
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| A penny for the dust and for the love
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| Four stitches for the loss, five glasses for the riches
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| One breath for the crumbling of the sky
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| Five bubbles for the glory, a sonnet for salvation
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| Some mortar for the cracks, a pillow for the fall
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| One opus for the joy, two shards for forgiveness
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| A secret stairwell for remembering
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| And a moment for a song… |