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• Artiste: Tom Jones
• Titre: A Boy From Nowhere
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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'll be met with respect, not humiliation A man's place on earth I have come to realize Is decided by birth So what's the future No matter where I go I will still belong... In Andalusia Where we don't know where the next penny's coming from Something's wrong 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 where I don't fantasize unlike a million others Not a man alive Had to beg or steal or fight more than me to survive So what's the future No matter where I go I will still belong... In Andalusia Where good honest men grow weak and the rich grow strong Something's wrong Another dawn, another boy A boy from nowhere My destiny will guarantee I'll only go where It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow One more mouth to feed And the way things are round here, That's the last thing they need