Ron Pope - Seven english girls

I drove e^Ableven hundred ^Ebmiles to find a ^Bbphotograph I l^Cmost It's just^Ab a polaroid I ^Ebused to keep of ^Bba girl that I once l^Cmoved And sleep^Abing leads to n^Ebightmares 'cause^Bb I never can f^Cmorget So now I'^Abm dreaming of ^EbLos Angeles as t^Bbhe winter clos^Cmes in I said I'^Abm dreaming of ^EbLos Angeles as t^Bbhe winter clos^Cmes in

An^Abd we met seven E^Ebnglish girls who a^Bbsked if we'd like^Cm to see God I'^Abm not one for mi^Ebssed adventures so^Bb I answered with ^Cma smile We^Ab spent the nigh^Ebt on razor's edge A^Bbll innocence and^Cm sin No^Abw I'm strung ou^Ebt on the Bowery as ^Bbthe winter close^Cms in I ^Absaid I'm strung^Eb out on the Bowery ^Bbas the winter cl^Cmoses in

An^Abd I won't cry if^Cm you can't love^Bb me like ^Ebthe way it used to feel We^Ab had our summer^Cm on Long Island ^Bbnow ther^Ebe's wounds that never heal

An^Abd I won't cry ^Cmif you can't love^Bb me like^Eb the way it used to feel We ^Abhad our summe^Cmr on Long Island ^Bbnow ther^Ebe's wounds that never heal

I'd^Ab paint a pictu^Ebre of my mothe^Bbr but I can't^Cm recall her face She^Ab's even far a^Ebway at midnight^Bb and her laug^Cmhter haunts my dreams I ai^Abn't never b^Ebeen this broken ^BbI've got not^Cmhing left to give Now^Ab I'm searchi^Ebng for salvation^Bb as the wint^Cmer closes in ^AbI said I'm search^Ebing for salva^Bbtion as the wi^Cmnter closes in Ma^Abn I'm searching^Eb for salvatio^Bbn as the wint^Cmer closes in

^AbAnd I won't cr^Cmy if you can't l^Bbove me like ^Ebthe way it used to feel ^AbWe had our summ^Cmer on Long Isl^Bband now there'^Ebs wounds that never heal

^AbAnd I won't cry^Cm if you can't ^Bblove me like th^Ebe way it used to feel ^AbWe had our sum^Cmmer on Long Isla^Bbnd now there's^Eb wounds that never heal