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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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Too much confusion |
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I can't get no relief |
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Business men they drink my wine |
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And the plowmen dig my earth |
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None of them along the line |
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Know what any of it is worth |
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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 joke |
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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 is getting late, late |
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All along the watchtower |
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Princes kept their view |
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While all the women all the women, all the women |
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Came and went, barefoot servants too |
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Outside in the cold distance |
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A wild cat did growl, la la la |
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Two riders were approaching |
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And the wind began to howl |
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All along the watchtower |
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Princes kept their view |
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While all the women |
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Came and went, barefoot servants too |
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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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The wind began to howl |
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[Incomprehensible] |
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The money safe |
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The thief he take |
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The money safe |
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The thief he take |
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No reason to get excited |
