| Like a bird on the wire
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| Like a drunk in a midnight choir
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| I have tried in my way to be free
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| Like a worm on a hook
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| Like a knight from some old fashioned book
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| I have saved all my ribbons for thee
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| If I, if I have been unkind
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| I hope that you can just let it go by
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| If I, if I have been untrue
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| I hope you know it was never to you
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| Like a baby, stillborn
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| Like a beast with his horn
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| I have torn everyone who reached out for me
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| But I swear by this song
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| And by all that I have done wrong
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| I will make, make it all up to thee
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| I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
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| He said to me, "You must not ask for so much"
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| And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
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| She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
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| Oh like a bird on the wire
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| Like a drunk in a midnight choir
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| I have tried in my way to be free |