Smalltown Boy

Δε συνηθίζω να σχολιάζω ή να γράφω κείμενα που αφορούν πραγματικές καταστάσεις (κοινωνία, αθλητισμός, πολιτική, επικαιρότητα), παρά μόνο όταν βρίσκομαι με τους φίλους μου. Μόνο για μουσική μου αρέσει να μιλάω σε όλους. Κι όμως αυτήν τη φορά έχω την ανάγκη να το κάνω. Κι ο πιο εύκολος τρόπος για μένα είναι πάλι μέσα από τη μουσική.

To your soul
To your soul
Cry... ...Cry... ...Cry...
You leave in the morning with everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform, the wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face
Mother will never understand
Why you had to leave
For the answers you seek will never be found at home
The love that you need will never be found at home
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Pushed around and kicked around, always a lonely boy
You were the one that they'd talk about around town
As they put you down
And as hard as they would try, they'd hurt to make you cry
But you'd never cry to them, just to your soul
No, you'd never cry to them, just to your soul
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Cry boy, cry, cry boy, cry, cry boy
Cry boy, cry, cry boy, cry boy, cry, cry boy
Cry boy, cry, cry boy, cry boy, cry, cry boy
Cry boy, cry, cry boy, cry boy, cry
You leave in the morning with everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform, the wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away