Biografia:
The Virgins (2006 - 2013) foi uma banda nova-iorquina. Faziam um som setentista e oitentista, misturando indie rock e pop. Estouraram com a música "Rich Girl", no seriado Gossip Girl.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
A Bm
A
There's a glass, on the edge of the table
Bm
There's a mask, in the eye of my mind
A
Big shadows moving, down over the carpet
B
Clouds seem to pass, in through the blinds
Dbm Bm
I went riding, down to the shore
Dbm E
Seagulls gliding, over the sea
A
So say goodbye to me
Bm
If I never see you again
A Bm
At least, we had the sun
Dbm Bm Dbm
Back east, where the boys all sit on the sand
D F#m A
I do, impressions of you
A
Inside a box, that's made out of seashells
Bm
I keep a watch, slides off my hand
A
Old folded letter, with pictures of sailboats
B
Ones that you dream of, in ballpoint pen
Dbm Bm
I go riding, down to the shore
Dbm E
Seagulls gliding, over the sea
A
Just say goodbye to me
Bm
If I never see you again
A Bm
At least, we had the sun
Dbm Bm Dbm
Back east, where the boys all sit on the sand
E F#m
I do, impressions of you
E
Thunder on the beach, blinding in the sky
A
Flying off my back, just stealing the breeze
E
Climbing in that seat, on the bus so high
Bm E
Heartache in my eyes while brakes release, searching the street
A
Say goodbye to me
Bm
If I never see you again
A Bm
At least, at least we had the sun
Dbm Bm Dbm
Way back east, where the boys all sit on the sand
Em F#m
I do, impressions of you
(E A Bm A)
Impressions of you x9
A Bm
A
There's a glass, on the edge of the table
Bm
There's a mask, in the eye of my mind
A
Big shadows moving, down over the carpet
B
Clouds seem to pass, in through the blinds
Dbm Bm
I went riding, down to the shore
Dbm E
Seagulls gliding, over the sea
A
So say goodbye to me
Bm
If I never see you again
A Bm
At least, we had the sun
Dbm Bm Dbm
Back east, where the boys all sit on the sand
D F#m A
I do, impressions of you
A
Inside a box, that's made out of seashells
Bm
I keep a watch, slides off my hand
A
Old folded letter, with pictures of sailboats
B
Ones that you dream of, in ballpoint pen
Dbm Bm
I go riding, down to the shore
Dbm E
Seagulls gliding, over the sea
A
Just say goodbye to me
Bm
If I never see you again
A Bm
At least, we had the sun
Dbm Bm Dbm
Back east, where the boys all sit on the sand
E F#m
I do, impressions of you
E
Thunder on the beach, blinding in the sky
A
Flying off my back, just stealing the breeze
E
Climbing in that seat, on the bus so high
Bm E
Heartache in my eyes while brakes release, searching the street
A
Say goodbye to me
Bm
If I never see you again
A Bm
At least, at least we had the sun
Dbm Bm Dbm
Way back east, where the boys all sit on the sand
Em F#m
I do, impressions of you
(E A Bm A)
Impressions of you x9
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