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"There must be some kind of way out of here," Said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth
None will level on the line Nobody of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited," The thief he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through that And this is not our fate
So let us stop talking falsely now The hour's getting late."
Hey!
All along the watchtower Princes kept the view
While all the women came And went bare-foot servants too
Outside in the cold distance A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching And the wind begins to howl, hey!