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O.K. Ready to take off
do it slow
Iīm living on the bottom
I got to go
five little fingers
grabbing at the glass
gone, those days
now Iīm running
up and down in my cage
Too late to defend, Iīm buried - insane
donīt you know thereīs more to life than to win
are you that kind of stereotype?
itīs no time, thereīs no time
thereīs nothing I could answer
No Speech
as long (as) I get nothing
No Speech
as long (as) I get nothing
but I want to get home
let me free, this is not my home
Put away your flashing stick
donīt try to get closer-through my head
give me a little bit more of your own
a little more, donīt wanna be
anybodyīs clown
Too late to defend, Iīm buried - insane
donīt you know thereīs more to life than to win
are you that kind of stereotype ?
itīs no time, thereīs no time
thereīs nothing I could answer
No Speech
as long (as) I get nothing
No Speech
as long (as) I get nothing
but I want to get home
let me free, this is not my home
No Speech
as long (as) I get nothing
No Speech
as long (as) I get nothing
but I want to get home
let me free, this is not my home