| Second grade homeroom, I remember it well
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| It was my turn to share for the class show-and-tell
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| I couldn’t find something from my room to bring
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| Momma said, darlin', why don’t you sing
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| Sing them a song you feel deep in your heart
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| Sing it with everything that you are
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| Sing ‘til your voice echoes all through the room
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| Pick a good one but whatever you do Sing brave
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| Sing brave
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| My teenage soapbox was a Gibson guitar
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| I played that old ax on the back of my car
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| There must have been thousands of songs hid inside
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| But I just kept diggin' to see what I’d find
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| And His name was Jesus, I heard from a friend
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| Seemed all of my life I’d been looking for Him
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| See my voice was changing
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| Now my heart was, too
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| This boy was singing a different tune
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| Now every night before I walk on stage
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| All of my butterflies just fly away (fly away)
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| ‘Cause Jesus is listening, yeah, I know He’s here
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| When love’s in the room, you got nothing to fear
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| He says, sing me a song you feel deep in your heart
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| Sing it with everything that you are
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| Sing ‘til your voice dances all through the room
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| Pick a good one, but whatever you do Sing brave
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| Sing brave
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| Sing brave (sing brave)
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| Sing brave |