| It feels good to be writing again
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| Clear water flows from my pen
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| And it sure feels good to be writing again
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| I’m stuck in the high rapids as night closes in
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| It feels good to be singing again
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| Yeah, it sure feels good to be singing again
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| From the mountain and the mountain within
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| Music came down from the mountain
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| And she danced with all the men
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| Yeah, she danced with all the men
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| Yeah, music came down from the mountain
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| And she danced with all the men
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| We lined up with our hearts waiting to grow
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| Sometimes I have to wonder on
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| Where have all the good songs gone?
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| Yeah, sometimes I have to wonder on
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| Where have all the good songs gone?
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| Where have they gone?
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| Writing mountain music, yeah
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| Writing mountain music, whoa |