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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe Boxer
I am just a poor boyThough my stories seldom toldI have squandered my existenceFor a pocket full of mumbles such are promisesAll lies and jests, still a man hearsWhat he wants to ear and disregards the restWhen I left my home and my familyI was no more than a boyIn the company of strangersIn the quiet of the railwaystation running scaredLaying low, seeking aout the poorer quartersWhere the ragged people goLooking for the places only they would know.(chorus)Lie la lie...Asking only workmans wagesI come looking for a job but I get no offersJust a come on from the whores on 7th avenueI do declareThere where times when I was so lonesomeI took some comfort thereLa la lie lie lie lie lie(chorus)Now I'm laying out my winter clothesAnd wishing I was gone going homeWhere the new york city winters aren't bleeding meLeading me, going homeIn the clearing stands a boxerAnd a fighter by his tradeAnd he carrys the remindersOf every glove that layed him downOr cut him till he cried outIn his anger and his shameI am leaving I am leavingBut the fighter still remains(chorus)
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