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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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And if I, if I've been unkind, |
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I hope that you can just let it go by. |
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And 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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Don't cry |
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If I've been unkind |
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I hope that you |
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Can just let it all go by |
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No, don't cry |
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If I've been untrue |
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I hope you know |
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It was never to you |
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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. |
