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There must be some kinda 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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Business men they, Drink my wine.
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There plowmen dig my earth.
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None of them along the line
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know what any of it's 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 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 all that,
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And this is not our fate.
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So let us not talk falsely,
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The hour is getting late
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And All along the Watchtower,
Prince's kept the view.
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Auf Wiedersehen
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No reason to get excited!