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I don't miss where I came from |
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But each night I dream about being back home |
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When I wake up in the morning |
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I'm too tired, tired of being alone |
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So I get up and go downtown |
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And pick me out a little piece of ground |
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Where I can prove something to the world |
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I can prove something to the world |
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Don't look at me |
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I'm the bus stop boxer |
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Don't look at me |
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I'm the bus stop boxer |
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Daddy put us in the truck |
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And dropped us off and said good luck |
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Then one lucky kid waiting for the bus |
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Made a winner out of one of us |
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Don't look at me |
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I'm the bus stop boxer |
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Don't look at me |
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I'm the bus stop boxer |
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Going down by the railroad tracks, where |
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People know that they better not relax |
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I'm the man, baby, I am the man |
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This is where I can make you understand |
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Don't look at me |
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I'm the bus stop boxer |
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Don't look at me |
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I'm the bus stop boxer |
