| 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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