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I am just a poor boy |
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Though my story's seldom told |
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I have squandered my resistance |
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For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises |
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All lies and jests |
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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 my 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 |
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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 ... |
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Asking only workman's wages |
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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 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 |
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Lie la lie ... |
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Then I'm laying out my winter clothes |
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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, to 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 ev'ry glove that layed him down |
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Or cut him till he cried out |
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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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Lie la lie ... |
