The Boxer - Simon & Garfunkel

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Title: The Boxer
Artist: Simon and Garfunkel

[Verse]
             
I am just a po

              
or boy though 

              
my story's sel

    
dom told

I have squande

red my resista

nce
             
For a pocket f

              
ull of mumbles

          
, such are pro

mises
            
All lies and j

             
est, still a m

              
an hears what 

 
he wants to he

ar
              
And disregards

            
 the rest  m m

    
 m m ..

[Verse 2]
             
When I left my

              
 home and my f

              
amily, I was n

              
o more than a 


boy
         
In the company

 of strangers
             
In the quiet o

              
f a railway st

              
ation, running

 
 scared
            
Laying low, se

             
eking out the 

       
poorer quarter

s
              
Where the ragg

          
ed people go
             
Looking for th

            
e places only 

          
they would kno

w

[Chorus]
      
Lie la lie Lie


 la lie Lie la

 lie Lie la li

e Lie la lie

[Verse 3] 
             
Asking only wo

              
rkman's wages 

              
I come looking

       
 for a job
             
But I get no o

ffers
             
Just a come-on

              
 from the whor

             
es on Seventh 

Avenue
            
I do declare, 

             
there were tim

              
es when I was 


so lonesome
              
I took some co

      
mfort there

[Chorus]
             
Lie lie lie li

       
e la

[Bridge]
             
Then I'm layin

              
g out my winte

              
r clothes and 

            
wishing I was 

gone
             
Going home whe

              
re the New Yor

             
k City winters

           
 aren't bleedi

ng me
            
Leading meeeee

          
eeeee to going

 home.

[Verse 4]
             
In the clearin

              
g stands a box

              
er and a fight

        
er by his trad

e
             
And he carries

              
 a reminder of

  
 every glove t

hat laid him d

own
             
Or cut him til

              
l he cried out

              
 in his anger 

        
and his shame
             
I am leaving, 

     
I am leaving
              
But the fighte

       
r still remain

s
       
M m m m...

[Chorus]
      
Lie la lie Lie


 la lie Lie la

 lie Lie la li

e Lie la lie..

etc