Smalltown Boy
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
But 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 (oooh)
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 never cried to them, just
To your soul
No, you never cried to them, just to your soul
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
(Crying to your soul, crying to your soul)
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
(Crying to your soul, crying to your soul)
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away (cry)
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
(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 (cry)
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away (cry)
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
(To your soul, to your soul)
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away (cry)
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away (cry)
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away (to your soul)
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
(To your soul)
Petit garçon de province
À ton âme
À ton âme
Pleure
Pleure
Pleure
Tu pars le matin avec tout ce que tu possèdes dans une petite valise noire
Seul sur un quai, le vent et la pluie sur un visage triste et solitaire
Maman ne comprendra jamais pourquoi tu as dû partir
Mais les réponses que tu cherches ne se trouveront jamais chez toi
L'amour dont tu as besoin ne se trouvera jamais chez toi
Fuis, tourne-toi, fuis, tourne-toi, fuis
Fuis, tourne-toi, fuis, tourne-toi, fuis (ouais)
Poussé et frappé, toujours un garçon solitaire
C'était de toi dont ils parlaient en ville en te rabaissant
Et aussi fort qu'ils essaieraient, ils feraient mal pour te faire pleurer
Mais tu n'as jamais pleuré devant eux, juste
À ton âme
Non, tu n'as jamais pleuré devant eux, juste à ton âme
Fuis, tourne-toi, fuis, tourne-toi, fuis
(Pleurant à ton âme, pleurant à ton âme)
Fuis, tourne-toi, fuis, tourne-toi, fuis
(Pleurant à ton âme, pleurant à ton âme)
Fuis, tourne-toi, fuis, tourne-toi, fuis (pleure)
Fuis, tourne-toi, fuis, tourne-toi, fuis
Pleure, garçon, pleure
Pleure, garçon, pleure
Pleure, garçon, pleure, garçon, pleure
Pleure, garçon, pleure, garçon, pleure
Pleure, garçon, pleure, garçon, pleure
Pleure, garçon, pleure, garçon, pleure
Pleure, garçon, pleure, garçon, pleure
Pleure, garçon, pleure, garçon, pleure
(Pleure)
Tu pars le matin avec tout ce que tu possèdes dans une petite valise noire
Seul sur un quai, le vent et la pluie sur un visage triste et solitaire
Fuis, tourne-toi, fuis, tourne-toi, fuis (pleure)
Fuis, tourne-toi, fuis, tourne-toi, fuis (pleure)
Fuis, tourne-toi, fuis, tourne-toi, fuis
(À ton âme, à ton âme)
Fuis, tourne-toi, fuis, tourne-toi, fuis (pleure)
Fuis, tourne-toi, fuis, tourne-toi, fuis (pleure)
Fuis, tourne-toi, fuis, tourne-toi, fuis (à ton âme)
Fuis, tourne-toi, fuis, tourne-toi, fuis
(À ton âme)
Escrita por: Lawrence Cole / Steve Bronski / Jimmy Somerville / Larry Steinbachek