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When I see the morning sun |
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Catch the shadows on the ground |
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Then I know it's good to be alive |
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Flowers open all around |
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Silver raindrops on the ground |
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Then I know it's good to be alive |
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Working in this dirty city |
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The race is on, my thoughts ain't pretty |
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Waiting in this crowded station |
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Gonna die of suffocation |
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Walking by a silent stream |
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In the shade I sit and dream |
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Then I know it's good to be alive |
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Listen while familiar trees |
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Whisper gently to the breeze |
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Then I know it's good to be alive |
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Working in this dirty city |
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The race is on, my thoughts ain't pretty |
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Waiting in this crowded station |
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Gonna die of suffocation |
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Evening shadows rise and grow |
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Moving patches on my wall |
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Then I know it's good to be alive |
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Reaching out, the starry skies |
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Touching beauty with my eyes |
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Then I know it's good to be alive |
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Then I know it's good to be alive |