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Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
And if I, if I've been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
And if I, if I have been untrue,
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
Don't cry
If I've been unkind
I hope that you
Can just let it all go by
No, don't cry
If I've been untrue
I hope you know
It was never to you
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
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