The Boxer (2).kar

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I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the restmmmmmmmmmmm When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of a railway station, running scared Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Lie la lie, Lie la lie lie lie la lie, Lie la lie, Lie la lie lie lie la lie, la la la la lie. Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job But I get no offers Just a comeon from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there La la la la la la la Lie la lie, Lie la lie lie lie la lie, Lie la lie, Lie la lie lie lie la lie, la la la la lie. Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading mee, going home. In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries a reminder of every glove that laid him down Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am leav ing But the fighter still remmains mmm Lie la lie, Lie la lie lie lie la lie, Lie la lie,....... La La La La La La

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I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the restmmmmmmmmmmm

When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of a railway station, running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

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

Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a comeon from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
La la la la la la la

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

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone
Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Leading mee, going home.

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries a reminder of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leav
ing But the fighter still remmains mmm

Lie la lie, Lie la lie lie lie la lie, Lie la lie,.......
La La La La La La

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