사이몬 앤드 가펑클
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 Just
still a man hears
what he wants
to hear and
disregards the rest
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When I left my home
And my family
I was no more
Than a boy
in the company
of strangers
in the quiet
of a rail way
station running
scared
Laying low seeking
Out the poorer
Quarters
Where the ragged
people go
Looking for
the places only
they would know
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Asking only
work man's wages
I come looking
for a Job
but I get no offers
Just to come on
From the whores
on Seventh Avenue
I do declare
there were times
when I was
so lonesome
I took some
comfort there
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Then I'm laying
out my winter clothes
and wishing
I was gone
going home
Where the
New York City
winters are
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
hm hm hmm
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