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    10 January 2009 @ 12:08 AM

    // Leonard Cohen

    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, "Don't ask for so much."
    And a young man leaning in his 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.