Not Imposter - Bsy_1.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Bsy_1
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bsy_1
[00:02.000] 编曲 : Bsy_1
[00:20.700]Am I the one getting tamed, fold in such a dirty game, stereotype got me chained.
[00:27.150]Am I the script they stole and maimed: Acted out in their crooked frame: Now I cough up these charades
[00:36.930]Mirror won't show me what's deep inside, just like a stranger who stares with my eyes open wide
[00:50.010]Real life held my freaking chain so tight, while the soul still curve the light every sleepless night
[01:00.240]March on through the imperfect ride, every stumble means we tried, cast these burden where they can't hide
[01:10.080]So what if we fall? I was not the imposter in the rooms I had earned it for
[01:20.190]Am I the one getting tamed, fold in such a dirty game, stereotype got me chained.
[01:26.490]Am I the script they stole and maimed: Acted out in their crooked frame: Now I cough up these charades
[01:36.300]Mirror won't show me what's deep inside, just like a stranger who stares with my eyes open wide
[01:49.110]Real life held my freaking chain so tight, while the home still burned one thread of light
[01:59.640]March on through the imperfect ride, every stumble means we tried, cast these burden where theycan't hide
[02:09.510]So what if we fall? I was not the imposter in the rooms I had earned it for
[02:19.860]March on through the imperfect ride, every stumble means we tried, cast these burden where they can't hide
[02:29.250]So what if we fall? I was not the imposter in the rooms I had earned it for
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作词 : Bsy_1
作曲 : Bsy_1
编曲 : Bsy_1
Am I the one getting tamed, fold in such a dirty game, stereotype got me chained.
Am I the script they stole and maimed: Acted out in their crooked frame: Now I cough up these charades
Mirror won't show me what's deep inside, just like a stranger who stares with my eyes open wide
Real life held my freaking chain so tight, while the soul still curve the light every sleepless night
March on through the imperfect ride, every stumble means we tried, cast these burden where they can't hide
So what if we fall? I was not the imposter in the rooms I had earned it for
Am I the one getting tamed, fold in such a dirty game, stereotype got me chained.
Am I the script they stole and maimed: Acted out in their crooked frame: Now I cough up these charades
Mirror won't show me what's deep inside, just like a stranger who stares with my eyes open wide
Real life held my freaking chain so tight, while the home still burned one thread of light
March on through the imperfect ride, every stumble means we tried, cast these burden where theycan't hide
So what if we fall? I was not the imposter in the rooms I had earned it for
March on through the imperfect ride, every stumble means we tried, cast these burden where they can't hide
So what if we fall? I was not the imposter in the rooms I had earned it for