Boxer
Ton : AEnglish
IA am just a poor boy though my story's seldom tF#mold
I have sEquandered my existence
On a pEocket full of mumbles such are pAromises
All lies in jF#mest 'til a mEan hears what he wDants to hear
And disregards the rAestE D E A
Well I lAeft my home and my family
I was no more than a bF#moy in the coEmpany of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station ruAnning scared lF#maying low
Seeking oEut the poor quaDrters where the ragged people gAo
Looking fEor the places oDnly thEey would kAnow
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Only sAeeking workman's wages
I come looking for a jF#mob but I get no oEffers
Just a coEme-on from the whores on Seventh AAvenue
I do declF#mare there were tEimes when I was sDo lonesome
I took some comfort tAhereE D E A
In a-laAying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was hF#mome going hEome
Where the NEew York City winters aren't a-blAeeding me
Bleeding mF#me going hEome
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In the cAlearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his tF#mrade
And he cEarries the reminders
Of every bloke that laid him down or cAleft him
'Til he cried out in his anger and his sF#mhame
I am leEaving I am leDaving but the fighter still rAemainsE
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