Now That's What I Call Music!

Now That's What I Call Music! - No Speech lyrics

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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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Language: English

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