Mott The Hoople — Road To Birmingham

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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His feet lay heavy on the road that led to Birmingham
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Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of men
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The many hears, the helpless tears that left the troubled brow
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A man once tall, he fought them all, but he is older now

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[Verse 2]
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For in your youth, you think the truth will always win the game
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Some men are kings, some men are rooks, some men are pawns to blame
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But if your skin is coloured black, well the dice are hidden in
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The minds of fools who twist the rules, so you can never win

[Chorus]
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Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face
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There's nothing but a space, you're hollow

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[Verse 3]
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Unlighted sky, begins to cry, the shabby coat is weak
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And homes with windows dressed in warmth, and mouths that never speak
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His mind is dead, his visions spread that pass before his feet
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And thankfully he wears that dream that shields him from the street

[Verse 4]
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Goodnight my friend, this is the end, you'll never cry again
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You'll never have to smile away the bastards and the pain
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Is it too late, or can you wait to take another turn
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And walk together down that road that leads to Birmingham

[Chorus]
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Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face
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There's nothing but a space, inside you

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[Chorus]
A           C#m         F#m  E          D
Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face
        F#m     E     D
There's nothing but a space

[Outro]
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     You're hollow

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