Ron Pope - Seven english girls

I drove e^Ableven hundred ^Ebmiles to find a ^Bbphotograph I l^Cmost It’s ju^Abst a polaroid ^EbI used to keep o^Bbf a girl that I once^Cm loved And sleep^Abing leads to n^Ebightmares 'cause^Bb I never can f^Cmorget So now I?^Ab??m dreaming o^Ebf Los Angeles as^Bb the winter cl^Cmoses in I said I?^Ab??m dreaming o^Ebf Los Angeles as^Bb the winter cl^Cmoses in

An^Abd we met seven E^Ebnglish girls who a^Bbsked if we’d li^Cmke to see God I?^Ab??m not one for ^Ebmissed adventures ^Bbso I answered wit^Cmh a smile We^Ab spent the nigh^Ebt on razor's edge A^Bbll innocence and^Cm sin No^Abw I’m strung ^Ebout on the Bowery a^Bbs the winter clo^Cmses in I ^Absaid I’m stru^Ebng out on the Bower^Bby as the winter ^Cmcloses in

An^Abd I won’t cry ^Cmif you can’t ^Bblove me l^Ebike the 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 cr^Cmy if you can’t ^Bblove me ^Eblike the way it used to feel We ^Abhad our summe^Cmr on Long Island ^Bbnow ther^Ebe’s wounds that never heal

I??^Ab?d paint a pic^Ebture of my mot^Bbher but I can^Cm’t recall her face She^Ab’s even far^Eb away at midnig^Bbht and her la^Cmughter haunts my dreams I ai^Abn’t never^Eb been this broke^Bbn I’ve got^Cm nothing left to give Now^Ab I’m searc^Ebhing for salvati^Bbon as the wi^Cmnter closes in ^AbI said I’m sear^Ebching for sal^Bbvation as the ^Cmwinter closes in Ma^Abn I’m searchi^Ebng for salvat^Bbion as the wi^Cmnter closes in

^AbAnd I won’t ^Cmcry if you can??^Bb?t love me l^Ebike the way it used to feel ^AbWe had our summ^Cmer on Long Isl^Bband now there?^Eb??s wounds that never heal

^AbAnd I won’t c^Cmry if you can?^Bb??t love me lik^Ebe the way it used to feel ^AbWe had our sum^Cmmer on Long Isla^Bbnd now there??^Eb?s wounds that never heal