| She doesn’t know why she’s feeling sad
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| She’ll never get what she’s never had
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| She wants to leave home but she can’t get away
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| Always on her own every single day
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| Cos she’s a run-around — what a total disaster
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| She’s a run-around — she’s got nothing to do
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| She’s a run-around — doesn’t know what she’s after
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| She’s a run-around — she hasn’t a clue
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| She wishes she could live in a world of her own
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| Or go someplace where she’s not known
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| There’s no more to her to do any good
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| Can’t get the satisfaction she wishes she could
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| Cos she’s a run-around — what a total disaster
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| She’s a run-around — she’s got nothing to do
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| She’s a run-around — doesn’t know what she’s after
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| She’s a run-around — she hasn’t a clue
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| She doesn’t know why she’s feeling sad
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| She’ll never get what she’s never had
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| She wants to leave home but she can’t get away
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| Always on her own every single day
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| Cos she’s a run-around — what a total disaster
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| She’s a run-around — she’s got nothing to do
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| She’s a run-around — doesn’t know what she’s after
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| She’s a run-around — she hasn’t a clue |