Borderline

You're like a brother, just like no other
You keep the torch, that eternal flame
We bought the ticket, that one-way ticket
The hottest seat on the crazy train

It takes power to walk in our shoes
It takes power to walk on

We walk the borderline
Crossing those ice-cold waters
We jump into the fire
Riding the wildest storm

We rock the planet, up to the zenith
Feel that adrenalin overload
Can't stop the fever, that road fever
It's in my blood, in every single bone

lt takes power to walk in our shoes
lt takes power to walk on

We walk the borderline
Crossing those ice-cold waters
We jump into the fire
Riding the wildest storm
Doing it now or never
We walk into the light
Bringing this baby home

Another day around the corner
There is sunshine after rain
This journey is going an forever
Home is where my heart is
And I'm always on my way
I don't look back now
We don't look back now

It takes power to walk on

We walk the borderline
Crossing those ice-cold waters
We jump into the fire
Riding the wildest storm
Doing it now or never
We walk into the light
Bringing this baby home

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