(intro) D

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1. I was born the running kind 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 hoping I would find the back door open,
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    there just had to be an exit for the running kind.

       D
2. Within me there's a prison surrounding me alone,
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    as real as any dungeon with its walls of stone,
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    I know running's not the answer, though, running's been my nature,
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    and a thing in me that keeps me moving on.

   D
3. I was born the running kind 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 hoping I would find the back door open,
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    there just had to be an exit for the running kind.