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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 ………

In the clearing stands a boxer And a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of ev'ry 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 ………….