SPIKE: I've got a feeling, I've got a feeling
These drawn-out lists, they never end
I would always write and deliver
The letters from my magical friend
Twilight Sparkle, my, Twilight Sparkle!
Can't let it go, you never let it go
What are you feeling, why are you feeling
Forecast into the school from old
Clocks ticking clocks, clocks ticking clocks, clocks ticking clocks
TWILIGHT: It's the last and the first of the letters I plan to write
To the hoof, to the quill, to the problems I find
I am numb to the shot from the sight of these parasprites
But their fall comes about from the sound of Pinkie Pie
SPIKE: Your only hope is falling out from Apple
Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle
We need to find a way around
This wretched "want it, need it" spell
Clocks ticking clocks, clocks ticking clocks, clocks ticking clocks
TWILIGHT: It's the last and the first of the letters I plan to write
To the hoof, to the quill, to the problems I find
I am numb to the shot from the sight of these parasprites
But their fall comes about from the sound of Pinkie Pie
SPIKE: Clocks ticking clocks, clocks ticking clocks, clocks ticking clocks
Clocks ticking clocks, clocks ticking clocks, clocks ticking clocks
TWILIGHT: It's the last and the first of the letters I plan to write
To the hoof, to the quill, to the problems I find
I am numb to the shot from the sight of these parasprites
But their fall comes about from the sound of Pinkie Pie