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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 to be free |
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Like a fish on a hook |
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Like a knight in some old fashioned book |
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I have saved all my ribbons for thee |
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And if I, if |
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I have been unkind |
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I just hope you will let it go by |
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And if I, if |
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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 to me |
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But I swear by this song |
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And by all that |
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I have done wrong |
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I'll make it all up to thee |
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I saw a young man leaning on his wooden crutch |
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He called out to me, "Don't ask for so much" |
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And a young woman leaning in her darkened door |
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She cried out to me, "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 to be free |
