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I feel ashamed to show no grace I feel all sides cave in on me I wait my turn I wage no war Through the crowd he walks with nowhere to go and theres nothing there to show with one false eye Forcing him to miss And in the end what will he see With one false eye On beyond the pitch of night he walks till something new starts When free to fall I am no more When I feel the descent start in on me I'll wait my turn Then wage my war On a ship through the snow he will go and when he loses sight one day he will return just a little taller With one false eye And in the end will he see that things are not what they seem One false eye Forcing him to miss For seconds in the day one false eye One false move One day he will return From Letras Mania