Biografía:
Tor Miller (7 de febrero de 1994) es un cantante de indie pop de Brooklyn, Nueva York.
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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!
[Chords]
A(chorus) A E D Bm F#m C#m
e|--5-- e|--0-- e|--0-- e|--2-- e|--2-- e|--2-- e|--4--|
B|--5-- B|--2-- B|--0-- B|--3-- B|--3-- B|--2-- B|--5--|
G|--6-- G|--2-- G|--1-- G|--2-- G|--4-- G|--2-- G|--6--|
D|--7-- D|--2-- D|--2-- D|--0-- D|--4-- D|--4-- D|--6--|
A|--7-- A|--0-- A|--2-- A|--x-- A|--2-- A|--4-- A|--4--|
E|--5-- E|--x-- E|--0-- E|--x-- E|--x-- E|--2-- E|--x--|
[Verse 1]
ONLY STRUM CHORDS IN THIS VERSE ONE TIME
A-
You are into the wild
E-
Always a wild child
Bm
The pulse of their lives is too calm and mild
A
No structured living
E
No plans to walk down the aisle
Parents wish for college
Bm
Though you'd think they're in denial
[Chorus]
Bm A
They wouldn't vote you queen of the homecoming
E
Though you didn't really want to be
Bm A
Organized sports, too much counselling yeah
E
Pushed you over, sent you packing
D
Crust punk queen
A
Left mom and dad when you were 17
F#m E D
And tore up those jet black jeans
A
Hopped on a train into a troubled scene
F#m E Bm C#m
With all the trust fund drug fiends
D
Who don't care about the
A C#m
Don't seem to care about the American dream
D A
Who don't care about the American dream
[Verse 2]
A E
From my own prison I hear my stomach grumble
Bm
My father's footsteps are so far apart that I could stumble
A E
I see who walks upon the cracks of the concrete jungle
Bm
I wish I could just fall apart so you would help me crumble
[Chorus]
Bm A
They wouldn't vote you queen of the homecoming
E
Though you didn't really want to be
Bm A
Organized sports and much counselling yeah
E
Pushed you over, sent you packing
D
Crust punk queen
A
Left mom and dad when you were 17
F#m E D
And tore up those jet black jeans
A
Hopped on a train into a troubled scene
F#m E Bm C#m
With all the trust fund drug fiends
D
Who don't care about the
A C#m
Don't seem to care about the American dream
D
Who don't care about the
A C#m
Don't seem to care about the American dream
D
Who don't care about the American dream
[Bridge]
A
Bm
Mom and dad this little hell which hangs over my head
C#m D A
And I know it's gonna show up once again
Bm
Mom and dad I need a little more money to get by
C#m D
And I promise that this shit is gonna end
E F#m A
And when the fog clears up from my eyes I'll be
D
Coming home once again
[Chorus]
Bm
Crust punk queen
A
Left mom and dad when you were 17
F#m E D
And tore up those jet black jeans
A
Hopped on a train into a troubled scene
F#m E Bm C#m
With all the trust fund drug fiends
D
Who don't care about the
A C#m
Don't seem to care about the American dream
D
Who don't care about the
A C#m
Don't seem to care about the American dream
D A
Who really cares about the American dream
A(chorus) A E D Bm F#m C#m
e|--5-- e|--0-- e|--0-- e|--2-- e|--2-- e|--2-- e|--4--|
B|--5-- B|--2-- B|--0-- B|--3-- B|--3-- B|--2-- B|--5--|
G|--6-- G|--2-- G|--1-- G|--2-- G|--4-- G|--2-- G|--6--|
D|--7-- D|--2-- D|--2-- D|--0-- D|--4-- D|--4-- D|--6--|
A|--7-- A|--0-- A|--2-- A|--x-- A|--2-- A|--4-- A|--4--|
E|--5-- E|--x-- E|--0-- E|--x-- E|--x-- E|--2-- E|--x--|
[Verse 1]
ONLY STRUM CHORDS IN THIS VERSE ONE TIME
A-
You are into the wild
E-
Always a wild child
Bm
The pulse of their lives is too calm and mild
A
No structured living
E
No plans to walk down the aisle
Parents wish for college
Bm
Though you'd think they're in denial
[Chorus]
Bm A
They wouldn't vote you queen of the homecoming
E
Though you didn't really want to be
Bm A
Organized sports, too much counselling yeah
E
Pushed you over, sent you packing
D
Crust punk queen
A
Left mom and dad when you were 17
F#m E D
And tore up those jet black jeans
A
Hopped on a train into a troubled scene
F#m E Bm C#m
With all the trust fund drug fiends
D
Who don't care about the
A C#m
Don't seem to care about the American dream
D A
Who don't care about the American dream
[Verse 2]
A E
From my own prison I hear my stomach grumble
Bm
My father's footsteps are so far apart that I could stumble
A E
I see who walks upon the cracks of the concrete jungle
Bm
I wish I could just fall apart so you would help me crumble
[Chorus]
Bm A
They wouldn't vote you queen of the homecoming
E
Though you didn't really want to be
Bm A
Organized sports and much counselling yeah
E
Pushed you over, sent you packing
D
Crust punk queen
A
Left mom and dad when you were 17
F#m E D
And tore up those jet black jeans
A
Hopped on a train into a troubled scene
F#m E Bm C#m
With all the trust fund drug fiends
D
Who don't care about the
A C#m
Don't seem to care about the American dream
D
Who don't care about the
A C#m
Don't seem to care about the American dream
D
Who don't care about the American dream
[Bridge]
A
Bm
Mom and dad this little hell which hangs over my head
C#m D A
And I know it's gonna show up once again
Bm
Mom and dad I need a little more money to get by
C#m D
And I promise that this shit is gonna end
E F#m A
And when the fog clears up from my eyes I'll be
D
Coming home once again
[Chorus]
Bm
Crust punk queen
A
Left mom and dad when you were 17
F#m E D
And tore up those jet black jeans
A
Hopped on a train into a troubled scene
F#m E Bm C#m
With all the trust fund drug fiends
D
Who don't care about the
A C#m
Don't seem to care about the American dream
D
Who don't care about the
A C#m
Don't seem to care about the American dream
D A
Who really cares about the American dream
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