Tall Tales Taste Liek Sour Grapes Lyrics - Fair To Midland

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Too much patience
No resistance.
Within shouting distance
You can hear a blind man's bluff
Dragging names through the mud and still biting his tongue.
The devil's in the air and i'm spitting out prayers
While the rubbernecks all get their fill.

Tell me tell me a story
Tell me not to worry or pick up the phone.
So turning turning a deaf ear
So that i don't hear them throwing stones.

Too much hogwash
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
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 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 turning turning a deaf ear
So that i don't hear them throwing stones.

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