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{title: The boxer}
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{artist: Simon & Garfunkel}
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{album: Concert in Central Park}
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{cover: concert-in-central-park}
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{language: english}
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{columns: 2}
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{define: C frets X 3 2 0 1 0}
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{define: Am frets X 0 2 2 1 0}
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{define: G frets 3 2 0 0 0 3}
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{define: G7 frets 3 2 0 0 0 1}
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{define: F base-fret 1 frets 0 2 2 1 0 0}
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[C]I am just a poor boy
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Though my story is seldom [Am]told
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I have [G]squandered my resistance
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For a [G7]pocketful of [G]mumbles
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Such are [C]promises
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All lies and [Am]jest
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Still a [G]man hears
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What he [F]wants to hear and
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Disregards the [C]rest [G][G7][G][C]
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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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{start_of_chorus}
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Lie la [Am]lie, lie la [G]lie la lie la lie
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Lie la [Am]lie
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Lie la [F]lie la lie la [G]lie la la lie la [C]lie
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{end_of_chorus}
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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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{partition: The_boxer.ly}
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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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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' [Am]me goin' [G]home
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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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