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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 
 
                Business men they drink my wine 
                Plowmen dig my earth 
                None of them along the line 
                Know what any 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 place 
                So let us not talk falsely now 
                The hour is getting late 
 
                All along the watchtower 
                Princes kept the view 
                While all the women came and went 
                Barefoot servants too 
 
                Outside in the cold distance 
                А wildcat did growl 
                Two riders were approaching 
                And the wind began to howl 
 
                All along the watchtower 
                All along the watchtower 
                All along the watchtower