Little Speak

Listen to me, listen to me now
I can't help you; I can't help you out
There's nothing left for me to say

I won't sleep
Or wait to dream
Knowing you
Want to bring me down
I can't go
Another round
Hearing how
You think I'm bent
Don't you know, we're going to die
I sure know, we're going to die
I can't get that out of my head

I can't handle your little speak
Falling to my knees
You can't handle your little speak
Discovering, who to believe
No shade of doubt, for the man on his knee
Your little speak
Listen to me, listen to me now
I can't stand you; I can't stand you out
I've got to get away from you

Do you dream
Or do you not
What sort of sense
Do you got
Fantasy
Serves you right
My dissent
Proves you're uptight
You must be off your head
You must be off your head
You people, I'd rather be dead



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Rees
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