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 railway station alone and scared
I am just a poor boy though my story is seldom told
I have squandered my exsistence for a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his dreams and he carries the reminders of every blow that knocked 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
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I don't want to spend my life with someone I can live with, I want to spend my life with someone I can't live without.
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