歌词
There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There is 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
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No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is nothing 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
For the hour's getting late
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All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
And barefoot servants too
Outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl!
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Two riders were approaching
Two riders were approaching
Two riders were approaching
Two riders were approaching