I drove eleven hundred miles to find a photograph I lost
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It's just a polaroid I used to keep of a girl that I once loved
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And sleeping leads to nightmares 'cause I never can forget
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So now I'm dreaming of Los Angeles as the winter closes in
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I said I'm dreaming of Los Angeles as the winter closes in
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And we met seven English girls who asked if we'd like to see God
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I'm not one for missed adventures so I answered with a smile
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We spent the night on razor's edge
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All innocence and sin
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Now I'm strung out on the Bowery as the winter closes in
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I said I'm strung out on the Bowery as the winter closes in
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And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way it used to feel
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We had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds that never heal
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And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way it used to feel
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We had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds that never heal
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I'd paint a picture of my mother but I can't recall her face
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She's even far away at midnight and her laughter haunts my dreams
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I ain't never been this broken
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I've got nothing left to give
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Now I'm searching for salvation as the winter closes in
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I said I'm searching for salvation as the winter closes in
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Man I'm searching for salvation as the winter closes in
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And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way it used to feel
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We had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds that never heal
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And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way it used to feel
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We had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds that never heal
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Seven English Girls
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Ron Pope |