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I recognize the writingon the plain white envelope
I've wondered where she'd wind upbefore she called or wrote
The answer's in a circlethrough the word '
Love' on a stamp
Postmarked Birmingham
I'd have bet on California'cause her sister's in Bel Aire
Or I could see Seattlewith her mom and dad up there
She never mentioned Alabamaso I don't understand
Postmarked Birmingham
Chorus
A two-page letter written on
Ramada stationary
Dated April twenty-two
She asked me not to hate her,said she's sorry
But leavin's what she felt she had to do
So the day she left she made ittwo hundred miles south
Did she settle there, did she mail this noteon her way out of town
What chance is there to find her when theonly clue I have is
Postmarked Birmingham
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Every day down by the mailboxstandin' on the curb I check
The upper right hand cornerof every piece of mail I get
Hopin' there's that certain circle
Through the word '
Love' on a stamp
Postmarked Birmingham
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