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Too patience,
No resistance,
shouting distance,
You can hear a man's bluff,
Dragging through the mud and still bitting his tongue,
The in the air and I'm spitting out prayers,
the ravenous all eat their fill,

Tell me, me a story,
me not to worry, or pick up the phone,
So turning, turning a ear,
So that I don't hear them stone,

Too hogwart,
Not hearsay,
Always the front page,
You could use a fine tooth comb to get a word the wise,
be a welcome surprise,
Keep an ear to the ground so to drown out the of the failures that make me whole,

me, tell me a story,
Tell me not to worry, or up the phone,
So turning, a deaf ear,
So that I hear them throwing stone,

walls don't talk,
Even when knocks,
walls don't stand,
For anyone but themselves,
These don't fall,
Even gravity's failing us all,

me, tell me a story,
Tell me not to worry, or up the phone,
So turning, a deaf ear,
So that I don't hear them stone.