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I'm just a poor boy |
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Though my story's seldom told |
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I have squadered my resistance |
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For a pocketful of numbles |
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Such are promises, all lies and jest |
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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 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 |
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Running scared, laying low |
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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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lalala |
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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 |
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There were times when i was so lonesome |
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I took some comfort there. |
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lalala |
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Then i'm laying out my winter clothes |
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And wishing i was gone, going home |
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Where the new york city winters aren't bleeding me |
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Leading me |
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Going home. |
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|
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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 |
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And 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 But the fighter still remains. |
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lalala |
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end |
