Now That's What I Call Music! No Speech текст песни, слова песни No Speech Now That's What I Call Music!
Now That's What I Call Music! - No Speech
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
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