Текст песни Tall Tales Taste Like Sour Grapes

To much patience
No resistance
Within shouting distance you can hear a blind mans bluff
Dragging names through the mud instead of biting his tongue
The devils in the air and I'm spitting out prayers
While the rubber necks all get 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
him throwing stones

To much hog wash not enough hear say
always made the front page
He 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
cause the dead air is what made me whole
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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
him throwing stones

These walls don't talk
Even when somebody knocks
These walls don't stand
For anyone else but themselves
These walls wont 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
him throwing stones

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