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Out in the cold alone, the streets are

mean after the sun is gone

No one to call her own, the shortest stick

is always what she is drawn.

Led astray by a knife, her troubles

and her past entwined.

Run away from her life, her Devils

aren't that far behind.

Now it’s do or die,

fall or fly, diversify!

Borderline...

Right on the edge of sane and crazy

one step away from clear to hazy.

Borderline, this is the crossroads,

this is the borderline, borderline.

Borderline!

Now people know her name and the

streets are meaner now that she's someone.

She tries but it's the same and her luck

won't change no matter what she's done.

Led astray by a knife, her troubles

and her past entwined.

Run away from her life, her Devils

aren't that far behind.

Now it’s do or die,

fall or fly, diversify!

Borderline...

Right on the edge of sane and crazy

one step away from clear to hazy.

Borderline, this is the crossroads,

this is the borderline, borderline.

Borderline!