Biografía:
Her Space Holiday es el nombre artístico del músico californiano Marc Bianchi. El género es indietrónica, que como su nombre lo dice, es una mezcla del indie con la electrónica.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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B G#m F# G#m
B G#m
I used to know this girl
F#
Who gave her love away
G#m
To every guy she met
B
And with all those games they played
G#m
She never seemed to cry
F#
She never got upset
G#m
And one by one they came
B
And one by one they left
G#m
I thought that I could fix her
B
If she would let me in
G#m
But all of my advances
B
Were shut down in the end
G#m
When days turned into months
F#
I begged her to explain
G#m
And this is what she sang
B
It's not like I'm a slut
G#m
Or that I really like to fuck
B
I just want every boy I see
G#m
To walk away with part of me
B
Until there's nothing left to hold
G#m
Until there's nothing left to hate
B
I appreciate your help
G#m
But even you can't save me from myself
B G#m F# G#m
B G#m
I used to know this boy
F#m
Who took notes in a book
G#m
But he ripped out all the pages
B
Before I got a look
G#m
At all the words he scribbled
B
At all the lines he filled
G#m
But the ink stains on his fingers
B
Told me he was skilled
G#m
At capturing a feeling
F#
That most of us just miss
G#m
The simple pain of living
B
With goodbyes on our lips
G#m
I found one of the pages
F#
Crumpled by her bed
G#m
And this is how it read
B
It's not like I am weak
G#m
Or that I don't know how to leave
B
It's just that every time you cheat
G#m
You bring me closer to defeat
B
Until there's nothing left to love
G#m
Until there's nothing left to say
B
I know that you need help
G#m
But even I can't save you from yourself
F# G#m x2
F#
B C#m x4
B F#m C#m
B G#m F# G#m
B G#m
I used to know this girl
F#
Who gave her love away
G#m
To every guy she met
B
And with all those games they played
G#m
She never seemed to cry
F#
She never got upset
G#m
And one by one they came
B
And one by one they left
G#m
I thought that I could fix her
B
If she would let me in
G#m
But all of my advances
B
Were shut down in the end
G#m
When days turned into months
F#
I begged her to explain
G#m
And this is what she sang
B
It's not like I'm a slut
G#m
Or that I really like to fuck
B
I just want every boy I see
G#m
To walk away with part of me
B
Until there's nothing left to hold
G#m
Until there's nothing left to hate
B
I appreciate your help
G#m
But even you can't save me from myself
B G#m F# G#m
B G#m
I used to know this boy
F#m
Who took notes in a book
G#m
But he ripped out all the pages
B
Before I got a look
G#m
At all the words he scribbled
B
At all the lines he filled
G#m
But the ink stains on his fingers
B
Told me he was skilled
G#m
At capturing a feeling
F#
That most of us just miss
G#m
The simple pain of living
B
With goodbyes on our lips
G#m
I found one of the pages
F#
Crumpled by her bed
G#m
And this is how it read
B
It's not like I am weak
G#m
Or that I don't know how to leave
B
It's just that every time you cheat
G#m
You bring me closer to defeat
B
Until there's nothing left to love
G#m
Until there's nothing left to say
B
I know that you need help
G#m
But even I can't save you from yourself
F# G#m x2
F#
B C#m x4
B F#m C#m
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