Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in some old midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a monk bending over the book
It was the shape, the shape of our love twisted me
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it all go right on by
If I, if I have been untrue
It's just that I thought a lover had to be some kind of liar too
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If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it all go right on by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope that you know by now it was never to you
Like a little baby stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear, I swear by this song
I swear by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar he was 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 a little bit more?"
Oh like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in some old midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free