[Originally by Simon & Garfunkel]
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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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For a pocketful of mumbles
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Such are promises
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All lies and jest, still the 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
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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 where the ragged people go
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Looking for the places only they would know
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La la li
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La la la la li la li
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La la li
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La la la la la la li la la la li
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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 some bitch
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On 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, la la la la la la
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[repeat chorus]
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And I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone
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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
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And a fighter by his trade
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And he carries the reminders
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Of every glove that laid him down or cut him
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'til he cried out in his anger and his shame
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I am leaving, I am leaving
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But the fighter still remains
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La la la la la la la la la li
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[repeat chorus twice]
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Yeay! Yeay! Yeay! Ow!
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The Boxer
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| Me First and the Gimme Gimmes |
