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O.K. Ready to take off
do it slow
I´m living on the bottom
I got to go
five little fingers
grabbing at the glass
gone, those days
now I´m running
up and down in my cage
Too late to defend, I´m buried - insane
don´t you know there´s more to life than to win
are you that kind of stereotype?
it´s no time, there´s no time
there´s 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
don´t try to get closer-through my head
give me a little bit more of your own
a little more, don´t wanna be
anybody´s clown
Too late to defend, I´m buried - insane
don´t you know there´s more to life than to win
are you that kind of stereotype ?
it´s no time, there´s no time
there´s 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