爱の逃亡者歌词

This story is of my life
An' it cuts ME like a knife
Cause it don't read the way that I planned it
When I was born, I was hooked
On trouble each place I looked
Though by some evil iron I was branded
Fugitive kind…
Run with the devil
※Trouble all the time…Some kind of rebel
But I'm no different in my mind
Heaven help the fugitive
Fugitive kind※
Trouble just follows me round


An' then it run me to ground
Well, maybe you just can't understand that
An' when it does no one help
So I guess I help myself
An' Baby, You should know that's where I'm at
Fugitive kind…
Run with the devil
(※くり返し)
Fugitive kind
Fugitive kind
Fugitive kind
Fugitive kind