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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, 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?
There'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 got to get home
So let me free, this is not my home
Put away your flashing stick
Don't try to get closer-through my head
Give me, give me more of your own
A little more, don't wanna be, 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
There'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 got to get home
So let me free, this is not my home
I got to get home
I got to get home, boy
I got to get home
I got to get home
I gotta, got to, got to get it
You gotta, got to, got to get it
I gotta, got to, got to get it
You gotta, got to, got to get it
No speech
As long as I get nothing
No speech
As long as I get nothing
But I got to get home
So 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 got to get home
So let me free, this is not my home (I gotta, got to, got to get it)