I'll be glad to sign my autograph
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If you want me to
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God knows I love singing
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It's what i was born to do
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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 sitting on the isle
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'Cause i've seen a third grade angel with
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Dark circles 'neath her eyes
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Not a trace of hair left on her head
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Sayin' daddy don't you cry
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A single mom workin' overtime
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A college kid reading to the blind
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Whe you look for heros know that i'm just a singer in a band
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I'm thankful to be living in
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This childhood dream come true
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But sometimes the attention just leaves me confused
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Hey, I love my t-shirt on those kids, my name there up in lights
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But when the show is done and i'm on the bus riding through the night
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I think of third grade angel with
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Dark circles 'neath her eyes
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Not a trace of hair left on her head
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Sayin' daddy don't you cry
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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 heros know that i'm just a singer in a band
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I'm humbled when you take the time
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To hear my life in verse and rhyme
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But when it comes to heros i know i'm just a singer in a band
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A singer in a band
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I'll be glad to sign my autograph if you want me to
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Singer In A Band
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| Joe Nichols |
