T H E   B O X E R    SIMON & G.         **1118
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1.      I AM JUST A POOR BOY. THOUGH MY STORY`S SELDOM TOLD
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        I HAVE SQUANDERED MY RESISTANCE FOR A POCKETFUL OF MUMBLES
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        SUCH ARE PROMISES ALL LIES AND JEST STILL A MAN HEARS
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        WHAT HE WANTS TO HEAR AND DISREGARD THE REST.

2.      WHEN I LEFT MY HOME AND MY FAMILY, I WAS NO MORE THAN A BOY
        IN THE COMPANY OF STRANGERS IN QUIET OF RAILWAY STATION,
        RUNNING SCARED, LAYING LOW, SEEKING OUT THE POORER QUARTERS
        WHERE THE RAGGED PEOPLE GO, LOOKING FOR THE PLACES
        ONLY THEY WOULD KNOW.    REF:    LIE-LA-LIE ...

3.      ASKING ONLY WORKMAN`S WAGES I COME LOOKING FOR A JOB
        BUT I GET NO OFFERS,JUST A COME-ON FROM THE WHORES ON SEVENTH AVENUE
        I DO DECLARE,THERE WERE TIMES WHEN I WAS SO LONESOME
        I TOOK SOME COMFORT THERE.  REF:    LIE-LA-LIE ...

4.      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.

5.      IN THE CLEARING STANDS A BOXER, AND A FIGHTER BY HIS TRADE
        AND HE CARRIES THE REMINDERS OF EVERY GLOVE THAT LAID HIM DOWN
        AND CUT HIM TILL HE CRIED OUT IN HIS ANGER AND HIS SHAME,
        "I AM LEAVING, I AM LEAVING" BUT THE FIGHTER STILL REMAINS.  REF2X