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Introduction | |
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Maybe they think I'm so old because I never was really young | |
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This is the Atomic Age, Peaches | |
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I figured I had to pay for what I did | |
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That's why you can't be rich | |
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I am not a social friend of Mr Carbo's, Mr Chairman | |
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Where you going? I don't know | |
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Just address the envelope 'Cassius Clay, USA' | |
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It's nice to be nice | |
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Don't dump your trash on us | |
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A blues song just for fighters | |
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He must have died last night | |
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That blankness of not knowing | |
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Still the bad guy | |
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Even Cleopatra was ringside | |
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I pity a man who hates | |
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God save the King, God save boxing | |
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I'll be as good as people will let me be | |
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I want to make a beautiful life | |
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He's just a little boy in the dark and he's scared | |
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Rumble, young man, rumble | |
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This kid is out of his mind | |
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A dancing bear and a freak who never stops talking | |
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What the hell is this? What did they do? | |
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I am his best friend, at least in Philadelphia | |
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To Boston and Suitcase Sam | |
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Every gangster wants to be Al Capone | |
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He could have died | |
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Sonny? You out there? | |
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Yes, it's me in your town | |
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Of moose and men | |
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The boy is gone | |
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Of scientific triumph and lofty purpose | |
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Get up, you bum! Get up, you bum! | |
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He's gonna mess himself up so nobody won't go to see him | |
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Sonny's last years | |
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Nobody never gets killed in Vegas | |
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I'm not scared to die. I've made my peace | |
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Afterword | |
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Postscript | |
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Appendix | |
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Endnotes | |
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Bibliography | |
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Index | |