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Rhythm moving moments remembering soft
Sweet tongues in sweet wood rhythm
It’s good to be alive
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Shifting sound breathes flesh to flesh
Memory deep in glistening time
It’s good to be alive
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The curling bend of a guitar note
Glistens a tear to my eye
It’s good to be alive
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Your voice calling across the nighttime sky
To me crying standing up again
It’s good to be alive
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Come tomorrow’s daylight rising
I’m my father’s son I am always
It’s good to be alive
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