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Too patience, no resistance
Within the distance
You can hear a blind man's

Dragging through the mind
And still his tongue
The devil's in the air and I'm spitting out
While the all eat their fill

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

Too much hog wart, not hearsay
Always made the front
You could use a fine tooth

To get a from the wise
Would be a welcome
Keep an ear to the
So to out the sound
Of the failures that me whole

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

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

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