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bCould it Be Me/bbr
by Charlie Danielsbr
from The Prince of Egypt: Nashville soundtrackbr
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bLyrics/bbr
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The glory of Egypt is wealth, it is pow'rbr
Shines as bright as a pure diamond's firebr
It's splender and majesty, silver and goldbr
Are all that a man could desirebr
And I could stay here and look out for myselfbr
Why should I care about anyone else?br
These heathens these slaves, these people I seebr
Should mean nothing to mebr
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But lately I'm haunted by visions and thoughtsbr
And feelings that I can't explainbr
They trouble my sleep and they torture my dreamsbr
They sound and resound in my brainbr
I know it's not right, I know it's not fairbr
But why should I worry, why should I care?br
I should turn my back, just walk awaybr Have nothing to saybr br But the blood of Abraham flows through my veinsbr I see their misery, I feel their painbr It keeps rolling me on like a moth to the flamebr It won't let me bebr The spirit of Isaac cries out from the gravebr These are the children of Jacob, their not Pharoah's slavesbr Jehovah will send somebody to save them, and set them freebr Could it be me?br br I'm not an angel and I'm not a saintbr I'm just a mere mortal manbr But if I run away from this burden I feelbr Then I'll have their blood on my handsbr But what can I do, and where can I startbr With this fire in my soul and this pain in my heartbr What bridge will I burn, what price will I pay?br God, help me I pray!br br But the blood of Abraham flows through my veinsbr I see their misery, I feel their painbr It keeps rolling me on like a moth to the flamebr It won't let me bebr The spirit of Isaac cries out from the gravebr These are the children of Jacob, their not Pharoah's slavesbr Jehovah will send somebody to save them, and set them freebr Could it be me?br br But the blood of Abraham flows through my veinsbr I see their misery, I feel their painbr It keeps rolling me on like a moth to the flamebr It won't let me bebr The spirit of Isaac cries out from the gravebr These are the children of Jacob, their not Pharoah's slavesbr Jehovah will send somebody to save them, and set them freebr Could it be me?br br Could it be me?br br Could it be me?br /body /html
I should turn my back, just walk awaybr Have nothing to saybr br But the blood of Abraham flows through my veinsbr I see their misery, I feel their painbr It keeps rolling me on like a moth to the flamebr It won't let me bebr The spirit of Isaac cries out from the gravebr These are the children of Jacob, their not Pharoah's slavesbr Jehovah will send somebody to save them, and set them freebr Could it be me?br br I'm not an angel and I'm not a saintbr I'm just a mere mortal manbr But if I run away from this burden I feelbr Then I'll have their blood on my handsbr But what can I do, and where can I startbr With this fire in my soul and this pain in my heartbr What bridge will I burn, what price will I pay?br God, help me I pray!br br But the blood of Abraham flows through my veinsbr I see their misery, I feel their painbr It keeps rolling me on like a moth to the flamebr It won't let me bebr The spirit of Isaac cries out from the gravebr These are the children of Jacob, their not Pharoah's slavesbr Jehovah will send somebody to save them, and set them freebr Could it be me?br br But the blood of Abraham flows through my veinsbr I see their misery, I feel their painbr It keeps rolling me on like a moth to the flamebr It won't let me bebr The spirit of Isaac cries out from the gravebr These are the children of Jacob, their not Pharoah's slavesbr Jehovah will send somebody to save them, and set them freebr Could it be me?br br Could it be me?br br Could it be me?br /body /html