Like a bird on the 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 worm on a hook,
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Like a knight from some old fashioned book
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I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
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If I, if I have been unkind,
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I hope that you can just let it go by.
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If I, if 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 for me.
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But I swear by this song
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And by all that I have done wrong
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I will make it all up to thee.
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I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
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He said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
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And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
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She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
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If I, if I have been unkind,
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I hope that you can just let it go by.
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If I, if I have been untrue
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I hope you know it was never to you.
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Oh like a bird on the 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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Bird on a Wire (Leonard Cohen)
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| k.d. lang |
