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The walls have ears, the windows have eyes

And a wise man tells no lies

The walls have ears, the windows have eyes

And a dead man tells no lies



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No lies, no lies, no lies

And a dead man tells no lies



If these walls could talk

They would tell you things you wouldn't believe

These windows have seen sights you couldn't imagine

And it can't be erased by windex or a coat of paint



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Surprise!!!

For each and every wall that ever stood it has a story

Some are not so obvious and some are self-explantory

It's padded wall in my laboratory

They're lookin through the keyhole of you dormitory

Meanwhile, up in my observatory, my telescope sees the glory

And it also sees the horror and the gory they speak derogatory

These walls in this hotel room

Tell more tales about fat tales and head

It was heard but never said, instead the walls bleed

Yeah, while they bleeding

You could hear the couples cheating, undercover meetings

Behind these seedy motel walls best believe they had it all

Wreaking balls don't bounce against the wall

To make that building fall

The walls outside my apartment complex

Building projects are so complex

Yet they are taken all out of text

Like the wall of berlin, the wall of 'nam, the wall of china

And my tag on the wall as a reminder



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Now of course the eyes are the true windows to the soul

As well as the window to the world's soul

Whether plain glass or stained glass

Every set of eyes has a set of windows with a set of eyes



Now tell me what the world would be

If we did not have windows (we did not have windows)

You would hardly ever catch the criminal or see the swindle

Everyone inside would need a/c when they assemble

A private penitentiary at home is what it might resemble

See my window-pane got so much pain

The glass is busting out the frame

So let the candle kindle in the window as a symbol

I be leavin' my window open hoping that i might get a breeze

But when the wind comes in the eyes

Come in and eyes don't seem to want to leave

Because spying eyes by eyeing the prize

And eyeing on your movement

You can change your wall and windows

With some building home improvement

But looky looos they still be trying

You look inside your window

The walls will hear it ever single time you voice crescendos

It's enough to make you tremble, leave you in limbo

Can it also be simple?

Because these are fundamentals

For the mental so don't get sentimental

Because these are not your windows

These wall are really rentals

They know everything your into

And all the business that you tend to

So keep your windows rolled up

And don't hold up the wall against the floor

And while you're window shopping

Don't bother stopping at my store

I put a note in the window, but you couldn't read what is said

So i took a rock and carved it in the glass and it read:



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