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The Boxer (Album Version) - Emmerson Nogueira

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told

I have squantered my resistance

For a pocketful of mumbles

Such are promises

All lies and jest still the man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest

When I left my home and family

I was no more than a boy

In the company of strangers

In the quiet of the railway station running scared

Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters where the raggedpeople go

Looking for the places only they would know

La la li

La la la la li la li

La la li

La la la la la la li la la la li

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

Oooh la la la

La la li

La la la la li la li

La la li

La la la la la la li la la la li

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone

Going home where the new york city winters aren't bleedin' me

Leadin' me to goin' home

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade

And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down

Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame

I am leaving I am leaving

But the fighter still remains

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La la la la li la li

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La la la la li la li

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