Текст и слова песни Counting Crows – Four White Stallions
She had four white stallions coming up around the bend
Four strong angels at her command to send
Four more seasons, for all that's broken to mend
I got four good 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 like a sabre
Razor sharp and sure
God how I hate myself for still wanting her
Tell me it's nicer dreaming, visions soft and sure
No way to find there's nothing left to me and her
Nothing more but 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 that's broken to mend...
Four strong angels at her command to send
Four more seasons, for all that's broken to mend
I got four good 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 like a sabre
Razor sharp and sure
God how I hate myself for still wanting her
Tell me it's nicer dreaming, visions soft and sure
No way to find there's nothing left to me and her
Nothing more but 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 that's broken to mend...
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