The Boxer

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 I am just a poor boy. Though my story`s seldom told,
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 I have squandered my resistance
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 Cor  a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises.
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 All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear,
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 And disregards the rest.
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 When I left my home and family, I was no more than a boy
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 In the company of strangers,
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 In the quiet of the railway station running scared.
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 Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,
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 Where the ragged people go,
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 Looking for the places only they would know.
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 Lie - la lie, lie - la lie - la -lie la - lie,

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 Lie - la lie, lie - la lie - la -lie la - lie, la la la la lie.

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 Asking only workman`s wages I come looking for a job,
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 But I get no offers,
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 Just a come-on from the whores of Seventh Avenue.
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 I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
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 I took some comfort there.
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 Then I`m laying out of my winter clothes and wishing
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 I was gone, going home,
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 Where the New York City winters aren`t bleeding me,
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 Leading me, going home.
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 In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade,

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 And he carries the reminders
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 Of ev`ry glove that laid him down or cut him `till he cried out
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 In his anger and his shame: " I am leaving, I am leaving. "
 G C C G
 But the fighter still remains.

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 Lie - la lie, lie - la lie - la -lie la - lie,

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 Lie - la lie, lie - la lie - la -lie la - lie, la la la la

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 lie, lie - la lie - la -lie la - lie,

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 Lie - la lie, lie - la lie - la -lie la - lie, la la la la lie.