| hold me down
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| i am floating away
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| into the overcast skies
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| over my home town
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| on election day
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| what is it about birmingham?
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| what is it about buffalo?
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| did the hate filled wanna build bunkers
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| in your beautiful red earth
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| they want to build them
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| in our shiny white snow
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| now i’ve drawn closed the curtain
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| in this little booth where the truth has no place
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| to stand
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| and i am feeling oh so powerless
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| in this stupid booth with this useless
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| little lever in my hand
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| and outside my city is bracing
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| for the next killing thing
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| standing by the bridge and praying
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| for the next doctor
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| martin
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| luther
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| king
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| it was just one shot
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| through the kitchen window
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| it was just two miles from here
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| if you fly like a crow
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| a bullet came to visit a doctor
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| in his one safe place
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| a bullet ensuring the right to life
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| whizzed past his kid and his wife
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| and knocked his glasses
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| right off of his face
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| and the blood poured off the pulpit
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| yeah the blood poured down the picket lines
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| yeah, the hatred was immediate
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| and the vengence was divine
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| so they went and stuffed god
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| down the barrel of a gun
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| and after him
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| they stuffed his only son
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| hello birmingham
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| it’s buffalo
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| i heard you had some trouble
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| down there again
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| and i’m just calling to let to know
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| that someone understands
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| i was once escorted
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| through the doors of a clinic
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| by a man in a bulletproof vest
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| and no bombs went off that day
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| so i am still here to say
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| birmingham
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| i’m wishing you all of my best
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| oh birmingham
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| i’m wishing you all of my best
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| oh birmingham
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| i’m wishing you all of my best
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| on this election day |