Seven English Girls

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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