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Well, I showed up to the party
But I had nothing to say
And everywhere I stood, I stood, I stood
I stood in someone's way
And some dude kept fucking with the stereo
And someone else drank all the wine
And in one corner a couple was making out
And in another a girl was crying

And I thought about horses running through dusty fields
I thought about horses running
Running, running

Well, I could barely manage any words today
Except for “Hey, how's it going?”
When I showed up to your apartment
Where I could listen to you talking
And I took you by the hand
And we laid down on your couch
You brushed your fingers across my face
I brushed my fingers across your mouth

And I thought about horses running through dusty fields
I thought about horses running
Running, Running

Poor tired little horses
Poor tired little horses…

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