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\beginsong{The boxer}[by=Simon \& Garfunkel,cov=the-definitive]
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\cover
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\gtab{Do}{032010}
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\gtab{Lam}{002210}
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\gtab{Sol}{320003}
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\gtab{Sol7}{320001}
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\gtab{Fa}{1:022100}
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\beginverse
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\[Do]I am just a poor boy,
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Though my story is seldom \[Lam]told.
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I have \[Sol]squandered my resistance,
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For a \[Sol7]pocketful of \[Sol]mumbles,
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Such are \[Do]promises.
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All lies and \[Lam]jest,
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Still a \[Sol]man hears
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What he \[Fa]wants to hear and
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Disregards the \[Do]rest. \[Sol]\[Sol7]\[Sol]\[Do]
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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When I left my home and my family
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I was no more than a boy,
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In the company of strangers,
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In the quiet of the railway station,
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Runnin' scared.
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Laying low,
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Seeking out the poorer quarters,
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Where the ragged people go.
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Lookin' for the places,
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Only they would know.
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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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Lie-la-\[Lam]lie lie-la-\[Sol]lie-la-lie-la-lie
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Lie-la-\[Lam]lie
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Lie-la-\[Fa]lie-la-lie-la-\[Sol]lie-la-la-lie-la-\[Do]lie
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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Asking only workman's wages
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I come lookin' for a job,
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But I get no offers,
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Just a come-on from the whores
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On Seventh Avenue.
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I do declare
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There were times when I was so lonesome,
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That I took some comfort there.
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Now the years are rolling by me,
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They are rocking evenly
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And I am older than I once was
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And younger than I'll be,
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But that's not unusual.
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No, it isn't strange,
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After changes upon changes
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We are more or less the same
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After changes we are more or less the same
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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And I’m laying out my winter clothes,
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Wishing I was gone,
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Goin’ home
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Where the New-York city winters aren’t bleedin’ me,
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Leadin’ \[Lam]me goin' \[Sol]home.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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In the clearing stands a boxer
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And a fighter by his trade,
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And he carries the reminders
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Of every glove that laid him down,
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Or cut him 'til he cried out
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In his anger and his shame,
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``I am leaving, I am leaving.''
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But the fighter still remains.
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\endverse
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\image{nuwanda-hard-rock-tuxe-6987}{4}
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\endsong
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