| Coming on alive
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| It knows where we hurt
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| Feeling it inside
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| It knows how to stop your tears
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| I went to the dance floor
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| The dance’s breaking my heart
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| So grateful to be as one
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| With this rhythm I’ve found
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| I’m in awe and terror
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| Of the power of this kind
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| Can’t help but worship
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| I’m worshipping the sound
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| I’m in front of my computer
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| And I’m feeling like a looper
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| Cause my boss just made me promise
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| That I’d really try my hardest
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| They’re telling me to outperform
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| But I think this is quite a bore
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| Cause I just wanna be where they are worshipping the sound
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| I’ve become so blind
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| To my daily life
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| I’m leaving it behind
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| To get closer to the night
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| I went into silence
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| The rhythm making me high
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| Not thinking of anything
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| The thumping full in my mind
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| I’m in awe and terror
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| Of the power of this kind
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| Can’t help but worship
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| I’m worshipping the sound
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| My heart is saying you should leave the corporate
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| And live our dream
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| My head is saying keep your job
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| To be a singer is too hard
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| But in the end I will give in
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| And take my chance and try to sing |
| Cause I just want to go where they are worshipping the sound
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| Now I’m singing in the studio
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| I love the way the music flows
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| It makes me tingle all inside
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| And now my joy I cannot hide
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| I feel the groove, it makes me high
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| My happiness I can’t deny
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| Cause finally I am where they are worshipping the sound |