Biografía:
Liam the Younger is Liam Betson, born June 1989.
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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!
[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]
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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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