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.

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