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Fair to Midland
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Tall Tales Taste Like Sour Grapes
Lyricist:Clifford Campbell, Jon Dicken, John Matthew Langley, Brett Stowers, Andrew Sudderth
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
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