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Howard, the strangest things |
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Have happened lately |
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When I take a good swing |
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And all my dreams |
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They pivot and slip |
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I drop my fists and they're back |
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Laughing, Howard |
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My intention's become not to lose what I've won |
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Ambition has given way to desperation and I |
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Lost the fight from my eyes |
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Boxing's been good to me, Howard |
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Now I'm told, you're growing old |
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The whole time we knew |
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In a couple of years I'd be through |
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Has boxing been good to you? |
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Howard, I confess I'm scared and lonely and tired |
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They seem to think I'm made of clay |
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Another day, I'm not cut out for this |
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I just know what to say, I say |
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Well sometimes I punch myself as hard as I can |
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Yelling nobody cares hoping someone will tell me how |
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Wrong I am |
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Has boxing been good |
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Has boxing been good to you? |
