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Fair to Midland Fables From a Mayfly 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 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 HEY! HEY! HEY! |
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