Текст песни Small Town - Sam Cullen

I'm hanging out on the backstreet foreground
Taking photographs in this light
Dedicated 'cause you're lying down
Shouting out loud a weird state of mind in the
Brainchild of an elastic girl now
Like a band snap back in line
Run right back to your best friend's boy now
Hope you don't get hurt this time

But I'm living in a small town
And the world can't see me now
Well bullseye, fifty-thousand a night
That seems normal
But so far away are those hotels
Blinding lights, long flights
And waiting at baggage carousels
Farewell to the personnel

Theses pictures are a little bit perfect now
What a coincidence this I write as
I worry about the public eye too much
And how things compare to mine but I'll
Put them up with a little bit of song now
More thanks to you than I
One day later but no-one realised
That's because of US time alright

But I'm living in a small town
And the world can't see me now
Well bullseye, fifty-thousand a night
That seems normal
But so far away are those hotels
Blinding lights, long flights
And waiting at baggage carousels
Farewell to the personnel
Farewell to the personnel

Well I'm running out of options tonight
Then again is it worth the fight?
Between my memory and lucidity
They say you need that single mind to
Have a chance at being those headlines
Is it even my songs they like?
Simon says it's public stupidity
But then again those dreams are free alright

But I'm living in a small town
And the world can't see me now
Well bullseye, fifty-thousand a night
That seems normal
But so far away are those hotels
Blinding lights, long flights
And waiting at baggage carousels
Farewell to the personnel
Farewell to the personnel
Farewell to the personnel