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Too much patience, no
Within the distance
You can hear a man's bluff

names through the mind
And still his tongue
The devil's in the air and I'm out prayers
While the ravenous all eat fill

Tell me, tell me a
Tell me not to worry or pick up the
So I'm turning, turning a ear
So that I hear them throwing stone

Too much hog wart, not enough
made the front page
You could use a fine comb

To get a word the wise
Would be a surprise
an ear to the ground
So to out the sound
Of the failures that make me

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

These don't talk
Even when somebody
These don't stand
For else but themselves
These walls don't
Even gravity's failing us all

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