Girl In The Ghetto (Album Version)
It's so hard to break down a wall,
Hidden behind there's so much to find,
Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday.
I saw her look into his eyes, I saw him light up a cigarette,
He knows there's something, he knows damn well.
It's a never-ending tragedy,
We spend our lives together, whatever,
And I'm not so blind that I can't see you.
(Half Chorus)
There's a girl in the ghetto, she's got no time to be changing.
In this land full of fools, when you play by the rules,
You're really something. You're really something.
The secret that everyone knows,
They turn their heads and they walk away,
But there's no talking, there'll soon be no pain.
It's so cold here on the shore,
Finding it hard to believe in him,
But she'll be waiting, until he returns.
It's a never ending tragedy,
We spend our lives together, whatever,
And I'm not so blind that I can't see you.
(Full Chorus)
There's a girl in the ghetto, she's got no time to be changing.
In this land full of fools, when you play by the rules,
No divine intervention.
While the father stands watching, far away from the limelight.
When the blood turns to stone and you're left on your own you know
You're really something.
(Bridge)
As he closes the door and he walks away,
Finding it hard to believe that he's wrong.
When he wakes up in the morning,
He knows she's gone.
(Last Chorus)
There's a girl in the ghetto, she's got no time to be changing.
In this land full of fools, when you play by the rules,
you're really something.
When the blood turns to stone and you're left on your own you know
You're really something.
You're really something.
You're really something.
compositores: Vincent Doyle,Tony Hall,Brendan Wade,Pat Hayes
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