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. If i, if I have been unkind, I hope that you can just let it go by. 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. I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch, He said to me, ''you must not ask for so much.'' And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door, She cried to me, ''hey, why not ask for more? ''
Oh 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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