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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