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)

Smalltown Boy

a tu alma
a tu alma
Llorar
Llorar
Llorar

Te vas por la mañana con todo lo que tienes en un maletín negro
Solo en una plataforma, el viento y la lluvia en un rostro triste y solitario

Madre nunca entenderá por qué tuviste que irte
Pero las respuestas que buscas nunca se encontrarán en casa
El amor que necesitas nunca se encontrará en casa

Huir, alejarse, huir, alejarse, huir
Huye, da la vuelta, huye, da la vuelta, huye (oooh)

Empujado y pateado, siempre un chico solitario
Tú eras de quien hablarían en la ciudad mientras te menospreciaban

Y por mucho que lo intentaran, les dolería hacerte llorar
Pero nunca les lloraste, solo
a tu alma
No, nunca les lloraste, solo a tu alma

Huir, alejarse, huir, alejarse, huir
(Llorando a tu alma, llorando a tu alma)
Huir, alejarse, huir, alejarse, huir
(Llorando a tu alma, llorando a tu alma)
Huir, alejarse, huir, alejarse, huir (llorar)
Huir, alejarse, huir, alejarse, huir

Llora, chico, llora
Llora, chico, llora
Llora, chico, llora, chico, llora
Llora, chico, llora, chico, llora

Llora, chico, llora, chico, llora
Llora, chico, llora, chico, llora
Llora, chico, llora, chico, llora
Llora, chico, llora, chico, llora
(Llorar)

Te vas por la mañana con todo lo que tienes en un maletín negro
Solo en una plataforma, el viento y la lluvia en un rostro triste y solitario

Huir, alejarse, huir, alejarse, huir (llorar)
Huir, alejarse, huir, alejarse, huir (llorar)
Huir, alejarse, huir, alejarse, huir
(A tu alma, a tu alma)
Huir, alejarse, huir, alejarse, huir (llorar)
Huir, alejarse, huir, alejarse, huir (llorar)
Huye, da la vuelta, huye, da la vuelta, huye (a tu alma)
Huir, alejarse, huir, alejarse, huir
(A tu alma)

Composição: Lawrence Cole / Steve Bronski / Jimmy Somerville / Larry Steinbachek