| I was born the running kind
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| With leaving always on my mind
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| Home was never home to me
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| At anytime
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| Every front door found me hoping
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| I would find the back door open
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| There just had to be an exit for the running kind
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| Within me there’s a prison
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| Surrounding me alone
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| As real as any dungeon
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| With its wall of stone
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| I know running’s not the answer
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| Though, running’s been my nature
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| And a thing in me that keeps me moving on
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| I was born the running kind
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| With leaving always on my mind
|
| Home was never home to me
|
| At anytime
|
| Every front door found me hoping
|
| I would find the back door open
|
| There just had to be an exit for the running kind
|
| I was born the running kind
|
| With leaving always on my mind
|
| Home was never home to me
|
| At anytime
|
| Every front door found me hoping
|
| I would find the back door open
|
| There just had to be an exit for the running kind |