John Barrowman - A Boy From Nowhere | Текст песни

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The nights grow cold, my search for gold
Is leading nowhere
Whichever lonely road I take
It seems to go where
It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow

How can I display what I know I'm worthy of
When they turn me away

The doors are closed to such as I
A boy from nowhere
But not to those who merely buy
The right to go where
They are met with respect, not humiliation

A man's place on earth
It's decided
So it seems
From his moment of birth

Is there a future?
No matter where I go I will still belong...
In Andalusia
Where we don't know
Where the next meal coming from
Something's wrong

With every dawn
A child is born
A boy from nowhere
What chance has he
A boy like me
Who'll only go where

It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow
One more mouth to feed
And the way things are round there,
That's the last thing they need

There is a future
No matter where I go I will still belong
In Andalusia
Where good honest men grow weak
While the rich grow strong
But not for long

I'm bound to Spain, I won't remain
A boy from nowhere
There has to be a place for me
And I must go there

I refuse to be used a like million others
Not a man alive
Had to beg or steal or fight more than me to survive

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