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I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told <br />I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises <br />All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear <br />And disregards the rest (hmmmm....mmmm......) <br /><br />When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy <br />In the company of strangers..... <br />In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared <br />Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go <br />Looking for the places only they would know <br /><br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li) <br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li) <br />(La la la la li...) <br /><br />Seeking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job, but I get no offers..... <br />Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue <br />I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome <br />I took some comfort there (li la la, la, la la) <br /><br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li) <br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li) <br />(La la la la li...) <br /><br />And I'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin' home <br />Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me to go home <br /><br />In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade <br />And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down or cut him <br />'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame <br />I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains <br /><br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li) <br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li) <br />(La la la la li...) <br />(Li la la la li la li) <br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li) <br />(La la la la li...) <br />(Li la la la li la li) <br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
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I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told <br />I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises <br />All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear <br />And disregards the rest (hmmmm....mmmm......) <br /><br />When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy <br />In the company of strangers..... <br />In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared <br />Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go <br />Looking for the places only they would know <br /><br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li) <br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li) <br />(La la la la li...) <br /><br />Seeking only workman's wages, I come looking for a job, but I get no offers..... <br />Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue <br />I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome <br />I took some comfort there (li la la, la, la la) <br /><br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li) <br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li) <br />(La la la la li...) <br /><br />And I'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin' home <br />Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me to go home <br /><br />In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade <br />And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down or cut him <br />'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame <br />I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains <br /><br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li) <br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li) <br />(La la la la li...) <br />(Li la la la li la li) <br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li) <br />(La la la la li...) <br />(Li la la la li la li) <br />(Li la li... li la la la li la li)
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