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

Dragging names the mind
And still biting his
The devil's in the air and I'm spitting out
While the ravenous all eat fill

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

Too much hog wart, not enough
Always made the page
You could use a tooth comb

To get a word from the
be a welcome surprise
Keep an ear to the
So to drown out the
Of the that make me whole

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

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

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