von Bob Dylan / Jimi Hendrix

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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 offered his word,

-- Verse
            
                "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, uh
                
                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

-- Verse
            
                All along the watchtower
                
                Princes kept the view
                
                While all the women came and went
                
                Barefoot servants too, well, uh
                
                Outside in the cold distance
                
                A wildcat did growl
                
                Two riders were approaching
                
                And the wind began to howl, hey