Riding against the wind, you're sailing against the tideFighting for
Locked up inside behind iron doorsSolitary in stoneTaken by force,
Struck by the feeling that trouble is your destinationFeeling the
The thrill of risk is all I needThe rush of
High speed rolling, playing to winA ball made of hard
There's a man who leads a life of dangerTo everyone
Don't burn your bridges down againYou'll have no way to
I call your name but you're not quite thereYou feel
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