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Simon and Garfunkel, the concert in Central Park
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Lyrics
; I am just a poor boy and my storys seldom told
Ive squandered my resistance for a pocketful of
mumbles, such are promises
All lies and jest, still the man hears what he
wants to hear
And disregards the rest, hmmmm
When I left my home and my family, I was no more
than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, runnin scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where
the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Li la li...
Asking only workmans wages, I come lookin for a
job, but I get no offers
Just a comeon from the whores on 7th avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so
lonesome
I took some comfort there
Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin
even me
I am older than I once was, and younger than Ill
be, thats not unusual
No it isnt strange, after changes upon changes, we
are more or less the same
After changes we are more or less the same
Li la li...
And Im laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was
gone, goin home
Where the new york city winters arent bleedin me,
leadin me to go 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
til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still
remains
Yes he still remains
Li la li...
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Affichage : 81783
Durée : 388 s |
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