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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
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