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[ar:SOAK/Gemma Doherty]
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[00:00.00]I'm Alive - SOAK/Gemma Doherty
[00:06.79]Lyrics by：Bridie Monds-Watson/Gemma Doherty
[00:13.59]Composed by：Bridie Monds-Watson/Gemma Doherty
[00:20.39]Was already opening a window before the action registered
[00:24.42]Clearing my throat I shook autopilot from my shoulders
[00:27.60]And welcomed fresh air to spill into my head
[00:29.96]Like the first drag of a menthol cigarette
[00:32.92]It's been a while since I heard my own voice
[00:35.78]Whirling it's way through the cogs and cobwebs of my abandoned sense of self
[00:40.61]It was a catalyst turning keys in the ignition of my first car
[00:45.44]I swear the air came looking for me
[00:47.86]Or I for it subconsciously
[00:50.80]It douses like a rainy late night drive
[00:53.17]Where the stop signs are dripping red velvet icing into
[00:56.37]Puddled reflections
[00:58.35]Irish hail gripping cars like a one night stand
[01:01.70]Lipstick smudging with every wiper swiped
[01:04.88]Nostalgia lives up to the hype
[01:06.94]And it makes me feel okay
[01:09.03]Perplexed it paralyses like a surprise embrace
[01:12.60]I just stand there stoned and laughing with a stupid look on my face
[01:20.75]I grant myself permission to wake up
[01:23.46]I tug the blue bread from my ears
[01:25.50]And hold hands with my depression
[01:28.22]Acting like a transplant patient testing out new eyes
[01:31.43]Looking at life as if it were the first time
[01:34.79]It's hard to believe the scene
[01:37.40]I'm wide eyed by the window
[01:39.05]In awe at the wonder of simply being
[01:42.46]Clouds paint temporary arts on the worlds ceiling
[01:45.53]And my one bed apartment feels like a coliseum
[01:49.15]For a moment I can exhale every mistake I've ever made
[01:52.48]To create space for lessons I've not learnt yet
[01:55.66]Sugar rushes like a high to soak up the bitterness in me
[01:58.90]At full lung capacity I feel pretty
[02:02.72]But in a handsome way
[02:06.07]When she comes home from work I assume the lenses are faulty
[02:09.53]I'd forgotten the effect her presence has on me
[02:12.40]A tempestuous tidal wave manifests in her mouth
[02:15.80]Just before she says that she loves me
[02:18.77]And I'm one sorry motherf**ker to have ever doubted so
[02:23.30]I'm alive and I can feel it
[02:25.31]I sit with the night in appreciation of my own creation
[02:29.01]Of weeds growing on the street adjacent
[02:31.34]Of this ability to hear a world in operation
[02:34.41]I'm alive and I can feel it
[02:36.74]When the song Tinseltown by the Blue Nile comes on
[02:39.68]When something sits right on my stubborn body type
[02:42.72]When she doesn't know the words but still sings along
[02:45.54]I'm alive and I can feel it
[02:48.22]In a hesitant goodbye on a phone call from back home
[02:51.17]In the healing of the ozone layer
[02:54.32]In the first crunch of Tayto cheese and onion after months of being deprived
[02:58.46]I'm alive and I won't take it for-granted
[03:01.53]When my guitar fulfills a pipe dream
[03:03.89]When my culinary attempts don't taste like bin juice
[03:07.57]When her naked interpretive dance is accidentally profound
[03:11.80]I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive