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From: macon@gallifry.Berkeley.EDU (Glen Macon)
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Title: THE BOXER (Simon)
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I am just a poor boy 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 jest, 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, I was no more than a boy
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In the company of strangers
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In the quiet of a 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 Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie Lie la lie
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Asking only workman's wages 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 lie lie lie la
Then 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 carries a reminder ov ev'ry glove that laid 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
Lie la lie ... etc.
From: RJBRANCH@argo.acs.oakland.edu
Date: Mon, 11 Sep 1995 04:03 EST
Subject: BOXER.CRD
The Boxer
by Paul Simon from the Album "Bridge Over Troubled Waters"
CI am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom toAmld
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For a pocketful of mumCbles such are promises
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In the coGmpany of strangers
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Laying Amlow seeking oGut the poorer quaFrters where the ragged people go
Looking fGor the places oFnly tEmhey wDmould kCnow
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Lie-la-lGie la lie-la-lie
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Asking only workmans wages I come looking for a jAmob
But I get no offGers
Just a coDm7me-on from the whCores on seventh avenue
I do decAmlare there were timDm7es when GI was Fso lonesome I took some comfort thCere
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In his anger and his shaAmme
"I Gam Leaving, I aFm Leaving." But the FightCer still remains
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Lie-la-lAmie
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Repeat & Fade