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

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

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 them throwing stone

Too hog wart, not enough hearsay
Always made the page
You could use a fine tooth

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

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

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

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