Biography:
Liam the Younger is Liam Betson, born June 1989.
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Verse 1]
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The night sky the city light
A
Passing by the scenic drive
D
The strip malls the city halls
D
The museums and the phones calls
A
Taking old dusty roads
A
Riding trains, Old Tom Joad
D
Idealized view of life
D
Maybe I have it right
A
It feels good to be back home
A
Seeing friends and knowing roads
D
Thanksgiving and Christmas time
D
Bitter air and riding bikes
A
Fleeting sound, love all around
A D
I have found the moon rise
A
D
[Verse 2]
A
Whatever the tombstone reads
A
What could that year mean to me
D
Living by the dampened trees
D
What could that life mean to me
A
Dreaming of the dark hole minds
A
I must know that it's no lie
D
One day I am sure that I
D A
Will see through nostalgic eyes
D
A
D
[Verse 3]
A E
And one day the internet
D A
Will be our version of the Wild West
A E D A
And we will be remembered as we now remember them
A E D A
Some will be folk heroes and others will be the rest
A E D A
As we sing the songs, oh, the songs about them
A
The night sky the city light
A
Passing by the scenic drive
D
The strip malls the city halls
D
The museums and the phones calls
A
Taking old dusty roads
A
Riding trains, Old Tom Joad
D
Idealized view of life
D
Maybe I have it right
A
It feels good to be back home
A
Seeing friends and knowing roads
D
Thanksgiving and Christmas time
D
Bitter air and riding bikes
A
Fleeting sound, love all around
A D
I have found the moon rise
A
D
[Verse 2]
A
Whatever the tombstone reads
A
What could that year mean to me
D
Living by the dampened trees
D
What could that life mean to me
A
Dreaming of the dark hole minds
A
I must know that it's no lie
D
One day I am sure that I
D A
Will see through nostalgic eyes
D
A
D
[Verse 3]
A E
And one day the internet
D A
Will be our version of the Wild West
A E D A
And we will be remembered as we now remember them
A E D A
Some will be folk heroes and others will be the rest
A E D A
As we sing the songs, oh, the songs about them
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