Riding against the wind, you're sailing against the tideFighting for
Once long ago, I held onto a prideSomething inside me
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
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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