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Like a bird on a wire |
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Like a drunk in a midnight choir |
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I have tried in my way |
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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 |
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For thee |
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If I have been unkind |
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I hope you will just let it go by |
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And if I have been untrue |
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I hope you know it was not unto you |
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Like a baby stillborn |
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Like a beast with its horns |
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I have torn everyone |
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Who reached out for me |
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And I swear by this song |
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And by all I have done wrong |
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That I will make it all |
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Up to thee |
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I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden cross |
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He said to me "do not ask for so much" |
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And a woman standing in her darkened door |
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She cried to me "hey, why not ask for more?" |
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Like a bird on a wire |
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Like a drunk in a midnight choir |
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I have tried in my way |
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To be free |
