Biografía:
the Glass Child ,
The story of The Glass Child, Charlotte Eriksson, is one of those you usually see on movies. Only 18 years old she left everything she had and knew, family and friends, and moved to London to dedicate her life to her music and art. A vague dream about reaching out with her music became an everlasting journey about fighting for your dreams, self discovery, finding your true purpose and creating something that will mean something
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Otras canciones:
- Best Part Of Me
- Black Rose
- Blood On The Concrete
- Broken Little Dreamer
- Coming Home
- Creepy Little Story
- Dark Love
- Give Myself Away
- Growing Older
- Hypnic Jerk
- Ill Never Tell
- Im Hidden So Well
- Insanity
- Insomnia
- Leaving And Never Coming Back
- Letdown
- Play Pretend
- Shades
- Somewhere I Belong
- Stuck In My Mind
- The Devils Sin
- The Fall
- The World In Me
- This Lonely Town
- White Spaces
- Who Am I
¡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]
A E
I won’t leave you behind
F#m
I know I get caught up in my head sometimes
D
It gets rough, to have me around
A E
If you just stand your ground
F#m
I know we can find a way
we will find our ways
D
we can find that place in our minds
E
But your train leaves in the morning
D A
I will miss you when the sun goes down
E
I’m proud of you for working
D A
you’re the man I never thought I would find
[Chorus]
D A
I know I said I’ll be doing just fine
F#m
But I’m tired of the leaving
D A
tired of you never being around
D A
But don’t look down, keep your head held high
F#m D A
I’ll be here in the morning, I’ll be here in this lonely, foreign town.
F#m D A
I’ll wait here every morning, I’ll wait here in this lonely foreign town.
[Verse]
A E
We’ll have time when we get old
F#m D
To just hang around in another town maybe then
I can show you all these places I know
A E
I would like to buy a boat
F#m
Go from coast to coast
D
Think all the roads we could walk
baby, you and I
E
but you’re leavin’ in the morning
D A
leaves me lonely in this foreign town
E
I never thought I’d found someone
D A
I really want to stick around
[Chorus]
D A
I know I said I’ll be doing just fine
F#m
But I’m tired of the leaving
D A
tired of you never being around
D A
But don’t look down, keep your head held high
F#m D A
I’ll be here in the morning, I’ll be here in this lonely, foreign town.
F#m D A
I’ll wait here every morning, I’ll wait here in this lonely foreign town.
A E
I won’t leave you behind
F#m
I know I get caught up in my head sometimes
D
It gets rough, to have me around
A E
If you just stand your ground
F#m
I know we can find a way
we will find our ways
D
we can find that place in our minds
E
But your train leaves in the morning
D A
I will miss you when the sun goes down
E
I’m proud of you for working
D A
you’re the man I never thought I would find
[Chorus]
D A
I know I said I’ll be doing just fine
F#m
But I’m tired of the leaving
D A
tired of you never being around
D A
But don’t look down, keep your head held high
F#m D A
I’ll be here in the morning, I’ll be here in this lonely, foreign town.
F#m D A
I’ll wait here every morning, I’ll wait here in this lonely foreign town.
[Verse]
A E
We’ll have time when we get old
F#m D
To just hang around in another town maybe then
I can show you all these places I know
A E
I would like to buy a boat
F#m
Go from coast to coast
D
Think all the roads we could walk
baby, you and I
E
but you’re leavin’ in the morning
D A
leaves me lonely in this foreign town
E
I never thought I’d found someone
D A
I really want to stick around
[Chorus]
D A
I know I said I’ll be doing just fine
F#m
But I’m tired of the leaving
D A
tired of you never being around
D A
But don’t look down, keep your head held high
F#m D A
I’ll be here in the morning, I’ll be here in this lonely, foreign town.
F#m D A
I’ll wait here every morning, I’ll wait here in this lonely foreign town.
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