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    Yeah, so, um... wait a second
    Yeah, so, um... wait a second
    Yeah, so, um... wait a second
    Yeah, so, um... wait a second

    Sold your liver but you're still feeling the red
    Sold my feelings now I'm hanging by a thread

    Bad
    And it's screamin' its way through my windows
    And it's slithering under my door
    And it's in my peripheral vision
    And it's pourin' up under my floor
    And it's whispering into my eardrums
    And it's telling me that I want more

    But I'm coming alive
    I'm happening now
    I'm coming alive
    I'm happening now

    I'm coming alive
    I'm happening now
    I'm coming alive
    I'm happening now

    And that eureka moment hits you like a cop car
    And you wake up just head and shoulders in a glass jar
    You clear your throat you raise your eyebrow but you don't say
    There's something wrong but it's okay if we're still getting paid

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    Yeah you're ravenous you're chomping at the bit
    Just a cog next to a cog next to a pit
    I would burn to break away and rest my ears
    No more ladders no more solace in arrears

    Bad
    And it's screamin' its way through my windows
    And it's slithering under my door
    And it's in my peripheral vision
    And it's pourin' up under my floor
    And it's whispering into my eardrums
    And it's telling me that I want more

    But I'm coming alive
    I'm happening now
    I'm coming alive
    I'm happening now

    I'm coming alive
    I'm happening now
    I'm coming alive
    I'm happening now

    And that eureka moment hits you like a cop car
    And you wake up just head and shoulders in a glass jar
    You clear your throat you raise your eyebrow but you don't say
    There's something wrong but it's okay if we're still getting paid

    But I'm coming alive
    I'm happening now
    I'm coming alive
    I'm happening now

    I'm coming alive
    I'm happening now
    I'm coming alive
    I'm happening now

    And that eureka moment hits you like a cop car
    And you wake up just head and shoulders in a glass jar
    You clear your throat you raise your eyebrow but you don't say
    There's something wrong but it's okay if we're still getting paid

    But I'm coming alive
    Cough cough

    Song details

    Composition: Alex Kaines, Jonathan Higgs, Michael Spearman, and Jeremy Pritchard

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