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I am just a poor boy.Though my story's seldom told,I have squandered my resistanceFor a pocketful of mumbles,Such are ppromisesAll lies and jestStill, a man hears what he wants to hearAnd disregards the rest.When I left my homeAnd my family,I was no more than a boyIn the company of strangersIn the quiet of the railway station,Running scared,Laying low,Seeking out the poorer quartersWhere the ragged people go,Looking for the placesOnly they would know.CHORUSLie-la-lie.....Asking only workman's wagesI come looking for a job,But I get no offers.Just a come-on from the whoresOn Seventh AvenueI do declare,There were times when I was so lonesomeI took some comfort there.CHORUSThen I'm laying out my winter clothesAnd wishing I was goneGoing homeWhere the New York City wintersAren't bleeding me,Leading me,Going home.In the clearing stands a boxer,And a fighter by his tradeAnd he carries the remindersOf ev'ry glove that laid him downOr cut him till he cried outIn his anger and his shame,andquot;I am leaving, I am leaving.andquot;But the fighter still remainsCHORUS
Simon and Garfunkel
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I am just a poor boy.Though my story's seldom told,I have squandered my resistanceFor a pocketful of mumbles,Such are ppromisesAll lies and jestStill, a man hears what he wants to hearAnd disregards the rest.When I left my homeAnd my family,I was no more than a boyIn the company of strangersIn the quiet of the railway station,Running scared,Laying low,Seeking out the poorer quartersWhere the ragged people go,Looking for the placesOnly they would know.CHORUSLie-la-lie.....Asking only workman's wagesI come looking for a job,But I get no offers.Just a come-on from the whoresOn Seventh AvenueI do declare,There were times when I was so lonesomeI took some comfort there.CHORUSThen I'm laying out my winter clothesAnd wishing I was goneGoing homeWhere the New York City wintersAren't bleeding me,Leading me,Going home.In the clearing stands a boxer,And a fighter by his tradeAnd he carries the remindersOf ev'ry glove that laid him downOr cut him till he cried outIn his anger and his shame,andquot;I am leaving, I am leaving.andquot;But the fighter still remainsCHORUS
