C G
Four more seasons, for all that's broken to mend
D Am G
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
G
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Em
Carved by an artist who's hand is demure
C
Got a mind like a sabre
G
Razor sharp and sure
D Am G
God, how I hate myself for still wanting her
C G C G
G -> D
Em C
Tell me it's nicer dreaming, visions soft and sure
Em C
I'm now awake to find there's nothing left to me and her
Am G
Nothing more but a heart still at war
G
She had four white stallions coming up around the bend
Em
Four strong angels already sent
Am C G
Four more seasons for all thats broken to mend
D Am G
I got four more seasons for all that's broken to mend
D Am G
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
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