| 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
 
 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
 Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
 Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
 Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
 
 Cry, boy, cry
 Cry, boy
 Cry, boy, cry
 Cry, boy
 Cry, boy, cry
 Cry, boy
 Cry, boy, 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
 Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
 Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
 Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
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Pas mal finalement pas loin de l'original. Bronski Beat et Jimmy Somerville se posaient en militants homos (leur unique album s'appelle « The age of conscent », âge à partir duquel les relations sexuelles sont légales, différent à l'époque pour les homos et les hétéros), je ne sais pas si Paradise Lost à la même démarche ou s'ils reprennent simplement une bonne chanson, mais dans tous les cas, ça fait du bien de rappeler que derrière le pédé, le bougnoule ou la gonzesse qu'on opprime sans arrière pensée il y a un être humain qui souffre.
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