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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 at anytime |
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Every front door found me hopin' |
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I would find the back door open |
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There just had to be a lesson |
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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 with a wall of stone |
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I know running's not the answer |
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But running's been my nature |
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And a part of me |
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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 |
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Home was never home to me at anytime |
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Every front door found me hopin' |
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I would find the back door open |
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There just had to be a lesson |
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For the running kind |
