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She had four white stallions coming Around the bend Four strong angels at her Command to send Four more seasons For all thatā??s broken to mend
I got four good reasons Why I Canā??t go back there again
She had skin like a statue Milky white and pure Carved by an artist Whose hand is demure Got a mind like a sabre Razor sharp and sure
And God how I hate myself for Still wanting her
Damn these nights of dreaming Visions soft and sure Now I wake to find Thereā??s nothing left but me and her Nothing more, Than 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 thatā??s broken to mend
I got four good reasons why I Canā??t go back there again
Yeah, I go four good reasons why I Canā??t go back there again
And I go four more seasons for all Thatā??s broken to mend
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