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Riding To New York

Biografia:

Mike Rosenberg (nascido 17 de Maio de 1984), conhecido pelo seu nome de palco Passenger, é um cantor/compositor de folk-rock inglês. Seu apelido vem da banda de folk-rock que ele fundou, de qual foi vocalista principal e compositor, e que lançou apenas um álbum. Quando os membros da banda preferiram seguir caminhos separados em 2009, Rosenberg optou por manter o nome da banda em seu trabalho solo. Seu single mais bem sucedido, "Let Her Go", ficou no topo das paradas em 16 países até agora.

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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!

Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!

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Well I met him in Minnesota He was dark and overcast
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with long grey hair and eyes that stared
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through me like I was glass
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I asked Where are you going to
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He said I'm the wind I'm just blowin' through
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Then he lit up a cigarette and began to talk
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See the doctors told me that my body won't hold me
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my lungs are turning black
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Been Lucky Strike's fool since I was at school
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now there ain't no turning back
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They can't tell me how long I've got maybe months but maybe not
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So I'm taking this bike and riding to New York

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Cause I wanna see my grand-daughter one last time
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Want to hold her close and feel her tiny
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Heartbeat next to mine
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Wanna see my son and the man he's become
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Tell him I'm sorry for the things I've done
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And I'd do it if I had to walk
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Oh I'm taking this bike and riding to New York

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Through the forests of Wisconsin that I knew as a boy
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Past the skyline of Chicago 'round the lakes of Illinois
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I lay my head in a motel bed
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When my back get sore and my eyes turn red
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And listen to the trucks roll past my door
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Through the fields of Ohio as the sunshine paints them gold
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I'll run just like a river runs rapid quick and cold
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Fly through Pennsylvania and the Jersey turn-pike tolls
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I won't stop 'til I get to New York

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Cause I wanna see my grand-son one last time
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Wanna see his eyes sparkling and stare back into mine
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Now my time is short I wanna see my daughter
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Tell her I'm sorry for the things I taught her
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And I'd do it if I had to walk
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Oh I'm taking this bike and I'm riding to New York

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And I'd go up to the churchyard one last time
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Lay flowers down for the woman who gave me
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The best years of my life
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And I'd do it if I had to walk
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Yeah I'd do it if I had to walk
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I'm taking this bike and riding to New York