| Running around in The towns and cities
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| There are millions of people
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| Without a face
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| Don’t you be sad and
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| Don’t you think it’s a pity
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| This is the way of the human race
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| Running around and
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| Trying to find a reason
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| For carrying on until the
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| Day that they die
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| Looking for answers
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| From season to season
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| Looking so hard that it is Passing them by And what do they do At the end of the day
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| They take all their troubles
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| And hide them away
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| Ride away
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| (Making love)
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| Making love, making love
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| Making love, making love
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| Making love, making love
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| (Making love)
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| Making love, making love
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| Making love, making love
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| Making love, making love
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| Running around and
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| Making their money
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| Running around and
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| Try to make some more
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| Isn’t it crazy
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| And isn’t it funny
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| Were millions of lovers
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| The night before
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| And what do they do At the end of the day
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| They take all their troubles
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| And hide them away
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| Ride away
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| Making love
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| Making love
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| And what do they do At the end of the day
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| They take all their troubles
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| And hide them away
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| Ride away |