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2. Simon & Garfunkel

3. 1970

4. 1970

5. The Boxer 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 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 Looking for the places only they would know Lie la lie... Seeking 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

6. And I'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin' home Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me to go home In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder 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 fighter still remains Yes, he still remains ... Lie la lie...

7. 1970

8. The Boxer 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... 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 Looking for the places only they would know Lie la lie... 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... Lie la lie...

9. And I'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin' home Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me goin home In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder 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 fighter still remains... Lie la lie...

10. 1974

11. The Boxer 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 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 Looking for the places only they would know Lie la lie... Seeking 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

12. Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin' even me I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be, that's not unusual No it isn't strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same After changes we are more or less the same ... Sing lie la lie... And I'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin' home Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me to go home In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder 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 fighter still remains Yes, he still remains ... Lie la lie...

13. 1980

14. The Boxer I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I have squandered my existence On a pocket full of mumbles such are promises All lies and jest, till a man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest Well I left my home and family I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station runnin' scared Layin' low seeking out the poor quarters Where the ragged people go, looking for the places Only they would know Li Li Li... Only seeking 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

15. In a-laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was home Going home Where the New York City winters aren't a-bleeding me Bleeding me Going home Da Da Da... In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every bloke that laid him down or cleft him Till he cried out in his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am leaving But the fighter still remains Li Li Li...

16. 1981

17. The Boxer 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 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 Looking for the places only they would know Lie la lie... Seeking 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

18. Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin' even me I am older than I once was, and younger than I'll be, that's not unusual No it isn't strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same After changes we are more or less the same ... Sing lie la lie... And I'm laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin' home Where the New York city winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me to go home In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminder 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 fighter still remains Yes, he still remains ... Lie la lie...

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