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

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

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

Too much hog wart, not hearsay
made the front page
You use a fine tooth comb

To get a word from the
Would be a surprise
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 pick up the
So I'm turning, a deaf ear
So that I don't hear throwing stone

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

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