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Bob Dylan Boxer

my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer

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my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer

my winter clothes And wishing I was gone, going home Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me Leading me Going home. In the clearing stands a boxer