It’s good to be alive

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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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