She had four white stallions coming up around the bend Four strong angels at her command to send Four more seasons, for all thats broken to mend
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure Carved by an artist whos hand is demure Got a mind like a sabre Razor sharp and sure
God how I hate myself for still wanting her
Tell me its nicer dreaming, visions soft and sure No way to find theres nothing left to me and her Nothing more but a heart still at war
She had four white stallions coming up around the bend Four strong angels already sent Four more seasons for all thats broken to mend...
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