| THE BOXER | % Correct |
|---|---|
| I am just a {poor} boy | 98%
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| Where the New {York} City winters | 95%
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| I was no more than a {boy} | 94%
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| I come looking for a {job} | 93%
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| When I left my home and my {family} | 93%
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| In the company of {strangers} | 92%
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| But the fighter still {remains} | 91%
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| In the quiet of the {railway} station | 91%
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| On Seventh {Avenue} | 91%
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| I am leaving, I am {leaving} | 90%
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| There were {times} when I was so lonesome | 90%
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| I do {declare} | 88%
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| Still a man {hears} what he wants to hear | 88%
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| Though my story's {seldom} told | 88%
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| And {disregards} the rest | 86%
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| Asking only workman's {wages} | 86%
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| In the clearing stands a {boxer} | 86%
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| But I get no {offers} | 85%
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| I took some {comfort} there | 85%
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| Only they would {know} | 85%
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| Then I'm laying out my winter {clothes} | 85%
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| In his {anger} and his shame | 84%
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| I have squandered my {resistance} | 83%
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| Such are {promises} | 82%
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| And a {fighter} by his trade | 81%
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| Or cut him till he {cried} out | 81%
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| Running {scared} | 81%
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| And he carries the {reminders} | 80%
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| All lies and {jest} | 78%
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| Aren't {bleeding} me, leading me, going home | 74%
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| Where the {ragged} people go | 74%
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| Looking for the {places} | 73%
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| Just a come-on from the {whores} | 69%
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| Laying low, seeking out the poorer {quarters} | 69%
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| For a pocket full of {mumbles} | 65%
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| Of every {glove} that laid him down | 58%
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| And wishing I was {gone} going home | 56%
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