The Boxer

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 rest 

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

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Lie la lie, Lie la lie la lie la lie, Lie la lie,
Lie la lie la la la 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 come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

Lie lie lie lie la 
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Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone
Goinghome 
Where theNew York City wintersaren't bleeding me 
Leading me, to going home 

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries a reminder of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains mmmmm mmmm 

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