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She walks down the sidewalk wondering
Lost in thought as the cars they pass her by
Wondering whose life this is and why
All of the things she had moved on
There’s things she cannot quite understand
They’re so happy following tradition
And she just can’t
Lungs are breathing, heart is pumping
This means she’s alive but they say
Something’s wrong with her feeling this way
Afraid to find years(? ), come out and see
Those same people following her lead
Hoping that what she has is now what they all need
When she looks at them now she just smiles
As mis-led souls trample untold miles
When if they just followed their hearts they could be
Gifted for the rest of their trials
Lungs are breathing, heart is pumping
This means she’s alive but they say
Something’s wrong with her feeling this way
Can you feel it, can you feel it
Can you feel it, can you feel it
Can you feel it, can you feel, feel it
Can you feel anything, can you feel anything at all
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