The Boxer

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       1. I am just a poor boy. Though my stories seldom told,
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          I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles,
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          such are promises - all lies and jest
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          still a man hears what he wants to hear und disregards the rest
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          (summen: looking for the places only they would know.)

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       2. When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy
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          In a company of strangers, in the quiet of a railway station
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          running scared - laying low
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          seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
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          looking for the places only they would know.

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     REF: Lei lalei, leila leila leila lei, leila lei,
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          leila leila la la lei, la la la la lei.

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       3. Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job,
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          But I get no offers - just a comeon from the whores of
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          Seventh Avenue - I do declare
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          There were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there
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          (lalala: looking for the places only they would know.)

          instr.

          REF

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

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       5. In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
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          and he carries the reminders of evry glove that laid him down or
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          cut him till he cried out - in his anger and his shame
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          "I am leaving, I am leaving." But the fighter still remains
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          (lalala: looking for the places only they would know.)

          REF (2x)