ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER
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"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
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"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
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Businessmen, they drink my wine, 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," the thief, he kindly spoke,
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"There are many here among us who feel that life 's but a joke.
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But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
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So let us not talk falsely now, the hour 's getting late."
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All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
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While all the women came and went, and barefoot servants, too.
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Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
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Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
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All Along The Watchtower
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| Bryan Ferry |
