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• Artiste: Paula Fernandes
• Titre: The Boxer
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I am just a poor boy Though my stories seldom told I have squandered my existence For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises All lies and jests, still a man hears What he wants to ear and disregards the rest When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railwaystation running scared Laying low, seeking aout the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know. (chorus) Lie la lie... Asking only workmans wages I come looking for a job but I get no offers Just a come on from the whores on 7th avenue I do declare There where times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there La la lie lie lie lie lie (chorus) Now I'm laying out my winter clothes And wishing I was gone going home Where the new york city winters aren't bleeding me Leading me, going home In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carrys the reminders Of every glove that layed him down Or cut him till he cried out In his anger and his shame I am leaving I am leaving But the fighter still remains (chorus)