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Standin' on the waters, castin' your bread |
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While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowin' |
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Distant ships sailin' into the mist |
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You were born with a snake in both of your fists |
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While a hurricane was blowing |
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Freedom just around the corner for you |
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But with the truth so far off, what good will it do? |
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Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
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Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
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Ohh, ohh, jokerman |
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So swiftly the sun sets in the sky |
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You rise up and say goodbye to no one |
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Fools rush in where angels fear to tread |
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Both of their futures, so full of dread |
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You don't show one |
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Sheddin' off one more layer of skin |
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Keepin' one step ahead of the persecutor within |
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Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
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Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
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Ohh, ohh, jokerman |
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You're a man of the mountains |
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You can walk on the clouds |
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Manipulator of crowds |
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You're a dream twister |
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You're goin' to Sodom and Gomorrah |
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But what do you care? |
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Ain't nobody there |
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Would want to marry your sister? |
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Friend to the martyr |
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A friend to the woman of shame |
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You look into the fiery furnace |
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See the rich man without any name |
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Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
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Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
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Ohh, ohh, jokerman |
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Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy |
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The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers |
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In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed |
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Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features |
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Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space |
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Half asleep near the stars |
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With a small dog licking your face |
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Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
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Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
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Ohh, ohh, jokerman |
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Well, the rifleman's stalkin' the sick and the lame |
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Preacher man seeks the same |
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Who'll get there first is uncertain |
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Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks |
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Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain |
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False hearted judges |
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Dying in the webs that they spin |
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Only a matter of time |
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'Til night comes steppin' in |
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Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
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Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
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Ohh, ohh, jokerman |
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It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray |
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A woman just gave birth to a prince today |
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And dressed him in scarlet |
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He'll put the priest in his pocket |
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Put the blade to the heat |
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Take the motherless children off the street |
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And place them at the feet of a harlot |
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Oh, jokerman, you know what he wants |
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Oh, jokerman, you don't show any response |
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Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune |
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Bird fly high by the light of the moon |
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Ohh, ohh, jokerman |
