The nights grow cold, my search for gold Is leading nowhere Whichever lonely road I take It seems to go where Its a fight to survive just until tomorrow How can I display what I know Im 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 Theyll be met with respect, not humiliation A mans place on earth I have come to realize Is decided by birth So whats the future No matter where I go I will still belong... In andalusia Where we dont know where the next pennys coming from Somethings wrong Im bound to spain, I wont remain A boy from nowhere There has to be a place for me And I must go where I dont fantasize unlike a million others Not a man alive Had to beg or steal or fight more than me to survive So whats the future No matter where I go I will still belong... In andalusia Where good honest men grow weak and the rich grow strong Somethings wrong Another dawn, another boy A boy from nowhere My destiny will guarantee Ill only go where Its a fight to survive just until tomorrow One more mouth to feed And the way things are round here, Thats the last thing they need
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