Like a baby, stillborn,
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Leonard Cohen
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