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Bob DylanRelease date: 24th April 1995
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There must be some kind of way outta 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 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 fate 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 distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching The wind began to howl All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants too All along the watchtower All along the watchtower All along the watchtower All along the watchtower
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