Inception Songtext
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Inception Songtext
Oh, where are they
Who invited her heads and feet
Are we the only ones in this super?
I′m missing my reflexive fleet
With shadows dancing over the gate
This is such a lonely place
Behold the colorful meal
Put out starve as no hunger to feed
Can't relieve the unique leave
Foolish thought has been won
A new path around my shore
It drips
The wind whistles a cure
Like a maiden or a ghost beside me
Of my own design
Chase the vanity
The game I have to play
I′m not the center anymore
You think you're the way
To yourself away
Let the sea take up all the shore
The big walls are too damp
I can only hear my heartbeat
Plenty of room should bear
Only one seat
I've learned from the outset
That we are the ones
But why don′t I feel accordingly
For the first time?
To be wrong is a matter of time
A matter of time
To be alone is to be alive
Is to be alive, alive
Egocentric foundation
Troposentric population
Heliocentric creation
We are trapped
The wind whistles a cure
Like a maiden or a ghost beside me
Of my own design
The wind whistles a cure
Like a maiden or a ghost beside me
Of my own design
Foolish thought has been won
A new path around my shore
Who invited her heads and feet
Are we the only ones in this super?
I′m missing my reflexive fleet
With shadows dancing over the gate
This is such a lonely place
Behold the colorful meal
Put out starve as no hunger to feed
Can't relieve the unique leave
Foolish thought has been won
A new path around my shore
It drips
The wind whistles a cure
Like a maiden or a ghost beside me
Of my own design
Chase the vanity
The game I have to play
I′m not the center anymore
You think you're the way
To yourself away
Let the sea take up all the shore
The big walls are too damp
I can only hear my heartbeat
Plenty of room should bear
Only one seat
I've learned from the outset
That we are the ones
But why don′t I feel accordingly
For the first time?
To be wrong is a matter of time
A matter of time
To be alone is to be alive
Is to be alive, alive
Egocentric foundation
Troposentric population
Heliocentric creation
We are trapped
The wind whistles a cure
Like a maiden or a ghost beside me
Of my own design
The wind whistles a cure
Like a maiden or a ghost beside me
Of my own design
Foolish thought has been won
A new path around my shore
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