Artista: Jars Of Clay
  Canción: Truce

Faultless in the eyes that I could never open wide enough to see me through 
Much to my surprise it never orbits around the things you should hold me to 

I stand here...wondering 
And I'm waiting 

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My ear is twisted in all the thoughts 
A glimpse of truce just because 
It's always almost never close 
I close my eyes, hide the distance 

Enchanted by the face of peace and when it turns to sunken eyes and waterfalls 
Unsatisfied with simple things entangled in the chords, I can't take any calls 

I stand here waiting 
I'm calling 

[Chorus] 

Waiting around for some kind of peace 
Hoping you find me in my need 

My ear is twisted 
It's always almost 

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