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There must be some kind of way out of here |
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Said the joker to the thief |
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There's too much confusion |
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I can't get no relief |
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Businessmen they drink my wine |
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Plow men dig my earth |
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None will level on the line |
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Nobody of it is worth |
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Hey Hey |
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No reason to get excited |
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The thief he kindly spoke |
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There are many here among us |
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Who feel that life is but a fucking joke but, uh |
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But you and I we've been through that |
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And this is not our fate |
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So let us not talk falsely now |
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The hour's getting late |
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Hey |
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Hey |
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All along the watchtower |
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Princes kept the view |
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While all the women came and went |
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Bare-foot servants to, but, Uh |
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Outside in the cold distance |
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A wild cat did growl |
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Two riders were approaching |
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And the wind began to howl |
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Hey |
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Oh |
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All along the watchtower |
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Hear you sing around the watch |
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Gotta beware gotta beware I will |
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Yeah |
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Ooh baby |
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All along the watchtower |
