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There must be some 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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Plowmen dig my earth
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None of them along the line 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
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Us who feel that life is but a joke
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But you and I, we've been through that, and this is
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Not our fate
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So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting
Late
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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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Barefoot servants, too
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Outside in the distance
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A wildcat did growl
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Two riders were approaching
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The wind began to howl