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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 fish on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.

And if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
And if I have been untrue
I hope you know, I hope you know it was never to you.

Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone 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 young man leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a young 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.
To be free...

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