Counting Crows
4 White stallions
She had four white stallionsComing around the bendFour strong angelsAt her command descendFour more seasons for all that's broken to mendI got four more reasons why I can't go back there againShe had skin like a statueMilky, white and pureCarved by an artistWhose hand is demureGot a mind I like a saberRazor sharp and sureGod how I hate myselffor still wanting herDamn these nights are dreamingVisions soft and sureCause I wake to findThere's nothing left of me in herNothing more than a heart still at warShe had four white stallionsComing around the bendLetras de cancionesFour strong angelsAlready sinnedI got four good reasons for all that's broken to mendI got four more seasons for all that's broken to mendI got four more reasons why I cant go back there againI got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
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