All Along the Watchtower

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