| 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» |