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There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confus ion
I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drin k my wine
Ploughmen dig my earth
None of them alo ng the line
Know what any of it is worth
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No reason to get excit ed
The thief, he kindly spo ke
There are many here among us now
Who feel that life is but a jo ke
But you and I, we've be en through that
And this is not our fa te
So let us not talk fal sely now
The hour is getting la te (late, late, late)
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All along the watc htower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the di stance
A wildcat did gr owl
Two riders were approa ching
The wind began to ho wl
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There must be some way out of here
There must be some way out of here
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