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 hopin'
I would find the back door open
There just had to be an exit for the running kind
Within me there's a prison surrounding me alone
As real as any dungeon with these walls of stone
I know running's not the answer but running's been my nature
And a part of me that keeps me moving on
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 hopin'
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 hopin'
I would find the back door open
There just had to be an exit for the running kind
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