Seven English Girls - Ron Pope

I drove eleven hundred miles to find a photograph I lost

It’s just a polaroid I used to keep of a girl that I once loved

And sleeping leads to nightmares 'cause I never can forget

So now I’m dreaming of Los Angeles as the winter closes in

I said I’m dreaming of Los Angeles as the winter closes in

And we met seven English girls who asked if we’d like to see God

I’m not one for missed adventures so I answered with a smile

We spent the night on razor’s edge

All innocence and sin

Now I’m strung out on the Bowery as the winter closes in

I said I’m strung out on the Bowery as the winter closes in

And I won’t cry if you can’t love me like the way it used to feel

We had our summer on Long Island now there’s wounds that never heal

And I won’t cry if you can’t love me like the way it used to feel

We had our summer on Long Island now there’s wounds that never heal

I’d paint a picture of my mother but I can’t recall her face

She’s even far away at midnight and her laughter haunts my dreams

I ain’t never been this broken

I’ve got nothing left to give

Now I’m searching for salvation as the winter closes in

I said I’m searching for salvation as the winter closes in

Man I’m searching for salvation as the winter closes in

And I won’t cry if you can’t love me like the way it used to feel

We had our summer on Long Island now there’s wounds that never heal

And I won’t cry if you can’t love me like the way it used to feel

We had our summer on Long Island now there’s wounds that never heal

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