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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 devil's in the air and I'm 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 them throwing stone,

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

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

These don't talk,
when somebody knocks,
These don't stand,
For else but themselves,
These don't fall,
Even when failing us all,

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