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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 Father will never understand why you had to leave But the answers you seek 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 Run away... Pushed around and kicked around, always a lonely girl You were the one they'd talk about around town as they put you down Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run 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 Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
Writer(s): James William Somerville Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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