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

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

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

Too much hog wart, not enough
Always made the front
You use a fine tooth comb

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

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

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

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