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The Boxer (feat. Mumford & Sons & Paul Simon)

The Boxer

Paul Simon

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 in jest

Still a man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest

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 ragged people go

Lookin' for the places only they would know

Well lie-la-lie

Lie-la-la-lie lie-la-lie

Lie-la-lie

Lie-la-la-lie lie-la-lie

Lie-la-la-la-lie

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

And Im laying out my winter clothes

And wishing I was gone

Goin home

Where the New York City winters arent bleedin me

Leadin me, goin' home

Well lie-la-la-la-la-lie

Lie-lie-la-la

La-la-la-lie

La-la-la-la

[instrumental]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 'til he cried out

In his anger and his shame

"I am leaving, I am leaving"

But the fighter still remains

Well lie-la-lie

Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie

Lie-la-lie

Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie

Lie-la-la-la-lie

Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie

Lie-la-lie

Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie

Lie-la-la-lie

Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie

Lie-la-lie

Lie-la-la-lie, la-la-lie

Lie-la-la-la-lie

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