Just Mortals
Running and dancing, energy that you can not feign.
Gone is all the feeling
But also all the pain
Broken hearts are slowly healing.
Gone is all the feeling,
While whisking along the streets
Broken hearts are slowly healing
To the tapping of a foot, or even unearthly beats.
While whisking along the streets
They have no destination, just moving along.
To the tapping of a foot, or even unearthly beats.
They are all individuals, moving in a throng.
They have no destination, just moving along.
No rules to disobey,
They are all individuals, moving in a throng.
Just mortals, finding their way.
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