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"In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down
oh cut to, til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains"
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down
oh cut to, til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains"