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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 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
have tried in my way to be free.


"Bird on the Wire", en: Songs from a Room, de Leonard Cohen (Columbia, 1969)