It's the second September I have known you
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Four years or so ago, I rode a pony, called him "Truth"
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We didn`t know the way so it took us till today to get here
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And all that time, I felt just fine
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I held so many people in my suitcase heart
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That I had to let the whole thing go
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It was taken by the wind and snow
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And I still didn't know that I was waiting
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For a girl on a slow pony home
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I can remember when I first saw you
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You said in my photograph I looked more far away
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I laughed and smiled and didn't say "I am a bit afraid to be here."
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Setting free the anchor and looking past the shore
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It's a sea of horses on ships with no sails, no motors, no oars
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Now we're cleaning the windows between us two
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Funny, you do it once, and then again, and pretty soon
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the fingerprints and dust...
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But I've begun to trust the view here.
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Slow Pony Home
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The Weepies |