| Somewhere out on the prairie
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| Is the greatest cowboy that’s ever been
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| And when he lays his hands upon the ponies
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| They shudder with an understanding skin
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| And he says ponies
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| Now ponies don’t you worry
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| I have not come to steal your fire away
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| I want to fly with you across the sunrise
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| Discover what begins each shining day
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| When the storm clouds in the west
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| Are quickly gathering
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| The ponies they run wild there
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| Before it rains
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| You’ll see their sleek dark bodies
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| Brightly gleaming
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| You know the fire is flying through
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| Their brains
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| And he says ponies
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| Now ponies don’t you worry
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| I have not come to steal your fire away
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| I want to fly with you across the sunrise
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| Discover what begins each shining day
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| And he says ponies
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| Now ponies don’t you worry
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| I have not come to steal your fire away
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| I want to fly with you across the sunrise
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| Discover what begins each shining day
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| And he says ponies
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| Ponies don’t you worry
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| I have not come to steal your fire away
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| I want to fly with you across the sunrise
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| Discover what begins each shining day
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| I want to fly |