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You're a rich man, but a poor man |
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With your pockets in line with gold |
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Always in the middle, neither hot or cold |
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And you think you've found your freedom |
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But it always slips away |
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Nothing ever satisfies, you always have to pay |
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On the borderline, you're standing on the borderline |
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You're waiting for the place and time and living in between |
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On the borderline, you're standing on the borderline |
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It's gotta be your world or mine, so which way will you lean |
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So much indecision leaves you hanging in the air |
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You can't remain forever 'cause there's nothing there |
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With one foot in the ocean and the other on the shore |
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You'll be goin' nowhere, 'til you step on through the door |
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Borderline, you're standing on the borderline |
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You're waiting for the place and time and living in between |
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On the borderline, you're standing on the borderline |
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It's gotta be your world or mine, so which way will you lean |
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Now I know your wheels are spinning, but you never seem to move |
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I can see right through you, so what you tryin' to prove |
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And it's not coincidental that you're always on the run |
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No more second chances now, the day is almost done |
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On the borderline, you're standing on the borderline |
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You're waiting for the place and time and living in between |
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On the borderline, you're standing on the borderline |
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It's gotta be your world or mine, so which way will you lean |
