All along the Watchtower - Bob Dylan
"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." Business men, they drink my wine. Plowman dig my earth. None were level on the mind. Nobody up at his word. Hey, hey. "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.
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