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Too much patience, no resistance Within the shouting distance You can hear a blind man's bluff Dragging names through the mind And still biting his tongue The devil's in the air and I'm spitting out prayers While the ravenous all eat their fill Tell me, tell me a story Tell me not to worry or pick up the phone So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear So that I don't hear them throwing stone Too much hog wart, not enough hearsay Always made the front page You could use a fine tooth comb To get a word from the wise Would be a welcome surprise Keep an ear to the ground So to drown out the sound Of the failures that make me whole Tell me, tell me a story Tell me not to worry or pick up the phone So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear So that I don't hear them throwing stone These walls don't talk Even when somebody knocks These walls don't stand For anyone else but themselves These walls don't fall Even when gravity's failing us all Tell me, tell me a story Tell me not to worry or pick up the phone So I'm turning, turning a deaf ear So that I don't hear them throwing stone