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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