Lyrics Impressions of You - The Virgins
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                glass, 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                edge 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                table
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                    a 
                                                mask, 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                eye 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Big 
                                                shadows 
                                                moving, 
                                                down 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                carpet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Clouds 
                                                seem 
                                                to 
                                                pass, 
                                                in 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                blinds
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                went 
                                                riding, 
                                                down 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                shore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seagulls 
                                                gliding, 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                sea
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                say 
                                                goodbye 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                see 
                                                you 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                least, 
                                                we 
                                                had 
                                                the 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                Back 
                                                east, 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                boys 
                                                all 
                                                sit 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                land
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                do, 
                                                impressions 
                                                of 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inside 
                                                    a 
                                                box, 
                                                that's 
                                                made 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                seashells
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                keep 
                                                    a 
                                                watch, 
                                                slides 
                                                off 
                                                my 
                                                hand
 
                                    
                                
                                                Old 
                                                folded 
                                                letter, 
                                                with 
                                                pictures 
                                                of 
                                                sailboats
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ones 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                dream 
                                                of, 
                                                involved 
                                                one 
                                                pen
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                go 
                                                riding, 
                                                down 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                shore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Seagulls 
                                                gliding, 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                sea
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                say 
                                                goodbye 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                see 
                                                you 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                least, 
                                                we 
                                                had 
                                                the 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                Back 
                                                east, 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                boys 
                                                all 
                                                sit 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                land 
                                                ranch
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                do, 
                                                impressions 
                                                of 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thunder 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                beach, 
                                                blinding 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flying 
                                                off 
                                                my 
                                                back, 
                                                just 
                                                stealing 
                                                the 
                                                breeze
 
                                    
                                
                                                Climbing 
                                                in 
                                                that 
                                                seat, 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                bus 
                                                so 
                                                high
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                my 
                                                eyes 
                                                while 
                                                brakes 
                                                release, 
                                                searching 
                                                the 
                                                street
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say 
                                                goodbye 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    I 
                                                never 
                                                see 
                                                you 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                least, 
                                                at 
                                                least 
                                                we 
                                                had 
                                                the 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                Way 
                                                back 
                                                east, 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                boys 
                                                all 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                land
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                do, 
                                                impressions 
                                                of 
                                                you
 
                                    
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