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The Gaslight Anthem - Boxer |
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Got your pride and your prose |
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Tucked just like a Tommy gun |
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Somewhere in the smoke |
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Just in case you need it |
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I know you got your pride and your prose |
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Just in case you needed |
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Some of her to spin around |
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Rougher than the last one |
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Oh, what'd you used to say |
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The harder they come |
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But he just swears he's praying for a good time |
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He, he said he just doesn't miss her |
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And I have heard you never really lose it |
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Do you, do you |
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He took it all gracefully on the chin |
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Knowing that the beatings had to someday end |
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He found the bandages inside the pen |
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And the stitches on the radio |
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There was something, baby, holding you down |
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And there were whispers that were driving you crazy |
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And now you hunt the heart of this town |
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Remember when I knew a boxer, baby |
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And you tied two knuckles up |
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How they grind down |
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Tried to be a man |
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Tough just like your father |
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Try to settle down |
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Boy, I could calm down |
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Remember them songs |
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And the reasons we were singing |
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But he said he just doesn't miss her |
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He, he said it's somewhere in his framework |
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And there were reasons that were driving you crazy |
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Until you hunt the heart of this town |
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And you can wait all night long |
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Until it all goes wrong |
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And you waste away your soul |
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And you can wait, wait, wait, wait |
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You took it all gracefully on the chin |
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You found the bandages inside the pen |
