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@Besan
72159
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@Elisa
607
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 in jest, 'til 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, layin' low, seeking out the poor quarters
Where the ragged people go looking for the places
Only they would know
Li la li
Li la li, li li li li
Li la li
Li la li, li li li li
Li la 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
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 da da
Da da da da da da da da
Da da da da 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
'Til he cried out in his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still remains"
Li la li
Li la li, li li li li
Li la li
Li la li, li li li li
Li la li
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@Hala
458
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jests
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
Running scared,
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places
Only they would know
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la 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, le le le le le le le
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
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
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 till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
13
@Inaya
338
Couldn't ask for a better day, two by two
To the ring to the right point of view
Each retreat to the corner that's defined by you
To the ring to the right point of
Lonely Reign
She is the boxer, she knows
When and where to strike
He is the boxer, he knows
No peaceful sleep tonight
Caught the downfall of Pete and May, Ryan too
He did not approve of Ceili's mood
Doctor Mike was fight or flight at Dundrum School
To the ring to the right point of
No return
No passion left to burn
The boxers grow weary
Their eyesight blurry view
Lonely Reign
She is the boxer, she knows
When and where to strike
He is the boxer, he knows
No peaceful sleep tonight
All's quiet on the front
Smokey room
Boxer standing tall, peering through
Finding no one left to fight
What to do?
To the ring to the right
Point of view
Lonely Reign
She is the boxer, she knows
When and where to strike
He is the boxer, he knows
No peaceful sleep tonight
Lonely Reign
Lonely Reign
Lonely Reign
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@Emmett
250
I'm just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told
I have squadered my resistance for a pocketful of numbles
Such are promises
All lies and jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest (la-la lay)
La-la lay, la-lay, la-lay
When 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
Running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lay la-lay
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay-lay, la-lay
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 (ooh la-lay, la-lay)
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay (lay la-lay)
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
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
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
Lay la-lay (lay la-lay)
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
Lay la-lay, lay-lay, la-lay
Lay la-lay
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@Joana
166
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful full of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmm
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
Running scared
Lying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie, la-la-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
When I lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la lie-la-lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie, la-la-lie-la-lie
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone, going home
Where the New York City winters are not bleeding me
Leading me
Going home
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"
Though the fighter still remains, still remains
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie, la-la-lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie, la-la-lie-la-lie
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@Kamilla
86
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@Celeste
50
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@Leen
36
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 jests 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 running scared
Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know.
--- Instrumental ---
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 some times when I was so lonesome
And I took some comfort there.
--- 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 till he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still remains...
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@Marley
0
