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You're a rich man, but a poor man
You possess wealth, but your overall condition is poor.
With your pockets lined with gold
Your wealth is evident, symbolized by pockets lined with gold.
Always in the middle neither hot or cold
You consistently find yourself in a neutral position, neither passionate nor indifferent.
And you think you've found your freedom
You believe you've attained freedom, but it eludes you.
But it always slips away
Your perceived freedom is fleeting, always slipping away.
Nothing ever satisfies, you always have to pay
Nothing satisfies you permanently; there is always a cost.
(On the) Borderline, you're standing on the borderline
You are on the borderline, facing a crucial decision or situation.
You're waiting for the place and time
You await the right circumstances and timing.
And living in between
Your existence is characterized by living in between extremes.
(On the) Borderline, you're standing on the borderline
You are standing on the borderline, facing a choice between two worlds.
It's gotta be your world or mine
The decision must be between "your world" or "mine."
So which way will you lean
You face the question of which way to lean in your decision.
So much indecision
Your constant indecision leaves you in a state of uncertainty.
Leaves you hanging in the air
Indecision keeps you suspended in a state of uncertainty.
You can't remain forever 'cause there's nothing there
You can't endure this state indefinitely because there is nothing substantial there.
With one foot in the ocean
You have one foot in the ocean and the other on the shore, suggesting a state of limbo.
And the other on the shore
Your position is precarious and lacks a clear direction.
You'll be goin' nowhere, 'til you step on through the door
No progress is made until a decisive step is taken through a metaphorical door.
(On the) Borderline, you're standing on the borderline
You're still on the borderline, facing a crucial decision or situation.
You're waiting for the place and time
You continue to wait for the right place and time.
And living in between
Your existence is characterized by living in between extremes.
(On the) Borderline, you're standing on the borderline
You are standing on the borderline, facing a choice between two worlds.
It's gotta be your world or mine
The decision must be between "your world" or "mine."
So which way will you lean
You face the question of which way to lean in your decision.
Now I know your wheels are spinning
Despite apparent activity, there is no real progress in your situation.
But you never seem to move
Your efforts seem futile, and there is no forward movement.
I can see right through you
Others can see through your actions or motives.
So what you tryin' to prove
There is a question about the purpose or intention behind your actions.
And it's not coincidental
Your constant movement and actions are not by chance.
That you're always on the run
You are consistently evading or avoiding something.
No more second chances now
No more opportunities for a fresh start; time is running out.
The day is almost done
The day is almost over; decisions must be made soon.
(On the) Borderline, you're standing on the borderline
You are on the borderline, facing a crucial decision or situation.
You're waiting for the place and time
You await the right circumstances and timing.
And living in between
Your existence is characterized by living in between extremes.
(On the) Borderline, you're standing on the borderline
You are standing on the borderline, facing a choice between two worlds.
It's gotta be your world or mine
The decision must be between "your world" or "mine."
So which way will you lean
You face the question of which way to lean in your decision.
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