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Was - n't   it yes - ter - day,  I  was eight  years  old 
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I had a poc - et full of rocks that I knew were made of sol - id gold 
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There were girls to be ha - ted  trees to be climbed, 
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forts to be built,  there was so much time; It's good to be alive good to be alive  
 

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There's  no - thing in the world like be - ing fif - teen: 
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Your poc - kets are empty,  but your head is full of dreams   
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of girls to be loved,  of  plac - es to see 
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it's the best and the worst, just my friends and me and we're anything we want to be  
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And it's good to be a - live   feel the wind in my face, 
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see the blue in the sky;  It's days like this I re-al-lize  what a gift it is, 
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it's good to be a - live  
 

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Well, I won - der what this day will see.   Will  I find my dreams  
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or stare in the face of tra - ge - dy;  What - ever may come , 
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what - ever may be of this I am sure,  I'm for - given and free; 
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And I will live like I be - lieve.   It's good to be a - live