| I’ll be glad to sign my autograph
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| If you want me to God knows I love singing
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| It’s what I was born to do You see me up there center stage
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| In the spotlight for awhile
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| But in the things that really matter
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| I’m just sittin' on the aisle
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| Cause I’ve seen a third grade angel
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| With dark circles 'neath her eyes
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| Not a trace of hair left on her head
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| Sayin' daddy please don’t cry
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| A single mom working overtime
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| A college kid reading to the blind
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| When you look for heroes know that I’m just
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| A singer in a band
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| I’m thankful to be living in This childhood dream come true
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| But sometimes the attention
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| Just leaves me confused
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| Yeah, I love my t-shirt on those kids
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| My name there up in lights
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| But when the show is done and I’m on the bus
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| Riding through the night
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| I think of New York City and
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| Those firemen and cops
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| Who ran in and laid down their lives
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| Because it was their job
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| A soldier in a field of mines
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| With each step he lays it on the line
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| When you look for heroes know that I’m just
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| A singer in a band
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| I’m humble when you take the time
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| To hear my life and verse and rhyme
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| But when you look for heroes know that I’m just
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| A singer in a band
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| A singer in a band
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| (Chorus) |