Biografia:
Dan Croll (Daniel Francisco Croll, 18 de julio de 1990) es un cantante y compositor británico nacido en Staffordshire, Inglaterra. Su género es pop rock, indie. Se trasladó a Liverpool cuando tenía 18 años para asistir al Liverpool Institute for Performing Arts (LIPA). Mientras estuvo en LIPA, ganó el premio de compositor del Año .
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"Home by Dan Croll"
[Intro] A - A6 - A - A6
A A6 Amaj7 A
I've forgotten how it feels with the carpet under my seat
A A6 Amaj7 A
It's the polyester fibers that wrap around my feet
A D
Feels like home, home
A - A6
A A6 Amaj7 A
When the cold shakes my bones it's the rug that warms my soul
A A6 Amaj7 Amaj7 D
It's the textile to the skin, and the sensation alone feels like home, home
A - A6
E E9
So if you ever come 'round to my house take your shoes off at the door
D7 D9
'Cause it's impolite not to; you'll be damaging my floor
A
'Cause it's my home
A - A6
A A6 Amaj7 A
When you're down and you're alone it's the train that brings you home
A A6 Amaj7 A
And your mother, brother, sister, father, waitin' at the door
A D A - A6 - A - A6
It's so sweet, sweet
A A6
Makes me glad I'm only a stone's throw away
A A6
Makes me sad that others can't have it the same way
D A - A6 - A - A6
Oh, home, home
E E9
In the forest it's unlikely that you'll find a home so tidy
D7 D9
Compared to what it's like living like a city type
A
Why, it's no home
[Outro] Repeats the chords above with melodic lick.
[Intro] A - A6 - A - A6
A A6 Amaj7 A
I've forgotten how it feels with the carpet under my seat
A A6 Amaj7 A
It's the polyester fibers that wrap around my feet
A D
Feels like home, home
A - A6
A A6 Amaj7 A
When the cold shakes my bones it's the rug that warms my soul
A A6 Amaj7 Amaj7 D
It's the textile to the skin, and the sensation alone feels like home, home
A - A6
E E9
So if you ever come 'round to my house take your shoes off at the door
D7 D9
'Cause it's impolite not to; you'll be damaging my floor
A
'Cause it's my home
A - A6
A A6 Amaj7 A
When you're down and you're alone it's the train that brings you home
A A6 Amaj7 A
And your mother, brother, sister, father, waitin' at the door
A D A - A6 - A - A6
It's so sweet, sweet
A A6
Makes me glad I'm only a stone's throw away
A A6
Makes me sad that others can't have it the same way
D A - A6 - A - A6
Oh, home, home
E E9
In the forest it's unlikely that you'll find a home so tidy
D7 D9
Compared to what it's like living like a city type
A
Why, it's no home
[Outro] Repeats the chords above with melodic lick.
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