The Boxer - Simon & Garfunkel

Strophe) 

 

I am just a poor boy, though my story´s seldom told 

I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises 

All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest 

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Strophe) 

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 railway station, runnin´scared

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the radded people go 

Looking fot the places only they would know 

 

lie la lie, lie la la la lie la lie, lie la lie 

lie la la la  lie la lie, la la la la lie 

 

Strophe) 

Asking only workman´s wages, I come lookin´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 

 

lie la lie, lie la la la lie la lie, lie la lie 

lie la la la  lie la lie, la la la la lie 

 

Strophe) 

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 meeeee, going home

 

Strophe) 

In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade 

And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid 

him down or cut him ´til he cried out 

In his anger and his shame, I am leaving, I am leaving 

but the girhter still remains 

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lie la lie, lie la la la lie la lie, lie la lie 

lie la la la  lie la lie, la la la la lie...