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First thing in the morning
I get up and out of bed
Pour myself some coffee
Can't get the voices out of my head

I'm running from something
I should be on my way again
So I'm packing myself up and leavin
And I'm heading home

Long days turn into nights
Pushing myself half to death
Tired of fighting the world here
Seeing the fury in my breath

Always running from something
Guess I am on my way again
So I'm packing my suitcase up now
And I'm going home

Road snakes out before me
Wind whispers a warning in my ear
Running away from something too real
Could it be I'm drowning in my fears

I gotta stop running
Gotta get myself outta here
I gotta see the people I love
And I'm comin home
I'm comin home
I'm comin home
I'm comin home



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Morris
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