by Leonard Cohen
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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 fish on a hook,
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like a knight from an old fashioned book
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I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
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If I have been unkind,
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I hope that you could just let it go by.
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And if I have been untrue
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I hope you know it was never to you. No, no
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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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By all I have done wrong
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I'll make it all up to you. Yes I will
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I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
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H called out to me, "Don't ask for so much."
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And a young man leaning on his darkened door,
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He cried out to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
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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 the Wire
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| Jennifer Warnes |
