Birmingham (2025)

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[Verse 1] I wish I was a painter, charcoal and buffalo Or a presidential motorcade where the cops just come and go So return me to the station, a box and empty bag Fall asleep watching the twister In some broken down hotel in Birmingham [Verse 2] 'Cause I wish I was a calendar, numbers and good names Variating slightly but only the pictures ever change Mark me "return to sender", I'm like a letter without a stamp Wasn't written to be read and I am sleepless in this bed In some broken down hotel in Birmingham [Verse 3] I held hеr hand in Old Savannah, marigold print on her dress Her hair was combеd and parted like a beautiful princess I didn't see you at the altar, way back then you were so drunk You were washed up on some hooker's bed behind a shitty restaurant Bought her pretty clothes and diamonds Like I was born to be her man We were more than commentary or some cheap headline grab So when the wind blows through your window 'Cause the storm don't give a damn Pray the window doesn't break across the wrist of your writing hand On a stationary wet with tears of the peoples backs that you stab While you're hiding like a robber with no one's purse left to grab Remember me standing there holding out my hand In a broken down hotel in Birmingham In a broken down hotel in Birmingham
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