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