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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 who's 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... |
