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No way You wanna keep little silence I heard it all before Gotta lead you out the door Would you like to save your pretty lies maybe God knows God knows I'm a little bit high And I want to hear me only Every day as I count the locusts My malady is quick to grow Leaving me dry And a little bit too lonely You don't have to show me your ranges I would like to cancel this meeting God knows God knows I wanna be left on my own I will have to be here for ages Judging from your manner of speaking God knows God knows I wanna be left on my own Not lonely From Letras Mania