Like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a fish on a hook, Like a knight from an old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee. If I have been unkind, I hope that you could just let it go by. And if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you. no, no
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 By all I have done wrong I'll make it all up to you. yes I will I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, H called out to me, don't ask for so much. And a young man leaning on his darkened door, He cried out to me, hey, why not ask for more?
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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