| I’m not a savior, and I’m not a saint
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| The man with the answers I certainly ain’t
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| I wouldn’t tell you what’s right or what’s wrong
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| I’m just a singer of songs
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| But I can take you for a walk along a little country stream
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| I can make you see through lovers' eyes and understand their dreams
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| I can help you hear a baby’s laugh and feel the joy it brings
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| Yes, I can do it with the songs I sing
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| I’m not a prophet, and I’m not a priest
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| I’m not a wise man who’s come from the East
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| I wouldn’t tell you what’s right or what’s wrong
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| I’m just a singer of songs
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| But I can take you to a city where a man was crucified
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| I can tell you how He lived, and I can tell you why He died
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| I can help proclaim the glory of this mighty king of kings
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| Yes, I can do it with the songs I sing
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| I’m not a great man. |
| I don’t claim to be
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| But when I meet my Maker and He questions me
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| I won’t hang my head. |
| I’ll stand proud and strong
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| And say, «I was a singer. |
| Lord, I was a singer
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| Yes, I was a singer of songs.» |