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letra de the winning pony - graham hunt

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everything you thought
magic as a kid
in a different light
light is getting dim
man with a p.a
singing in the lot
does he have ambition
is it just a job?

black-pilled children dragged by their parents
hide behind the stable, face on the cement
and i don’t remember much but the winning pony
circling the track
seven-foot stud
jockeys on the ground
playing in the mud
he calls himself the wolf king of new york
but i don’t know why
i thought he rode a horse

don’t have your mind made up before you know
i thought as i lookеd at the highway out the window
but i don’t remеmber much but the winning pony

bag men carrying laptops made of bones
kwik-trip gas station, talking on the phone
i don’t remember much but the winning pony

i was in the bas-m-nt, i was trying to k!ll the power
they said that i can’t leave until i let the feeling pass
and if they come in last then they get the incinerator
and if they come in first then they just sit in their own mess

- graham hunt

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