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There must be some kinda way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion now I can't get no relief No reason to get excited The thief, he kindly spoke There are many here among us Who feels life's 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 All along the watchtower Princess kept the view While all the women they came and they went Barefoot servants too Outside in the cold distance A wildcat did growl Two riders were approaching And the wind began to howl
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