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[ti:Seven English Girls] |
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[ar:Ron Pope] |
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[al:Daylight] |
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I drove eleven hundred miles |
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To find a photograph I lost |
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It's just a polaroid |
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I used to keep of a girl |
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That I once loved |
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And sleeping leads to nightmares |
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Cause I never can forget |
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So now I'm dreaming of Los Angeles |
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As the winter closes in |
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I said I'm dreaming of Los Angeles |
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As the winter closes in |
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And we met seven English girls |
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Who asked if we'd like to see God |
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I'm not one for missed adventures |
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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 |
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As the winter closes in |
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I said I'm strung out on the Bowery |
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As the winter closes in |
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And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way |
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It used to feel |
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We had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds |
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That never heal |
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And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way |
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It used to feel |
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We had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds |
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That never heal |
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I'd paint a picture of my mother |
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But I can't recall her face |
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She's even far away at midnight |
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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 |
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As the winter closes in |
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I said I'm searching for salvation |
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As the winter closes in |
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Man I'm searching for salvation |
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As the winter closes in |
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And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way |
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It used to feel |
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We had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds |
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That never heal |
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And I won't cry if you can't love me like the way |
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It used to feel |
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We had our summer on Long Island now there's wounds |
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That never heal |
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Oh |
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Oh |
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Oh |
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Oh |
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Oh |
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Oh |
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Oh |
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Oh |