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(by Patrick Winningham) She had four white stallions coming around the bend Four strong angels at her command descend four more seasons for all that's broken to mend I got four more reasons why I can't go back there again She had skin like a statue milky white and pure carved by an artist who's hand is demure Got a mind I like a saber razor sharp and sure God how I hate myself for still wanting her... Damn these nights are dreaming.. Visions soft and sure Cause I wake to find there's nothing left of me in her.. Nothing more than a heart still at war.. She had four white stallions coming around the bend.. Four strong angels already sinned I got four good reasons for all that's broken to mend.. I got four more seasons for all that's broken to mend.. I got four more reasons why I cant go back there again.. I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again Aus Songtexte Mania