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I didn't have a plan |
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I was running from all I can |
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Hoping to safely land in the keys somewhere |
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With my feet in the sand |
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But I finally made a stand |
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When I broke down in Birmingham |
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You kindly gave your hand |
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And I held on tight as if you were my prayer |
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You said "Stay with me |
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I will help you to breath" |
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I said "I'm not who you think I am |
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But I'll gladly be your man |
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In Birmingham" |
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You took me into your past |
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With letters and photographs |
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You told me your father left |
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When you were only ten and that he never came back |
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And I saw you wave your hand |
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As I was leaving from Birmingham |
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You said that if I can I should come back soon |
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I should remember that |
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You can stay with me |
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I will help you to breath |
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But I said "I'm not who you think I am |
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But I'll gladly be your man |
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In Birmingham" |
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And we stood face to face |
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Outside in the pouring rain |
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You said "don't forget my name |
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When you find your way" |
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"Cause you can stay with me |
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I will help you to breath" |
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But I said "I'm not who you think I am |
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But I'll gladly be your man |
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In Birmingham" |