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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 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. |
