All Along The Watch Towerby Bob Dylan

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"There must be	some kind of way	out of here,"

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Said the	joker to the	thief,

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"There's too	much con -	fusion,

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I can't	get no re -	lief.

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Business -	man they	drink my	wine,

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Plowman	dig my	earth

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None will	level	on the	line

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Nobody	offered his	word,	hey"

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"No reason	to get	excited,"

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The thief, he	kindly	spoke

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"There are many	here	among us

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Who feel that	life is but a	joke

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But you and	I, we've	been through	that

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And this is	not our	fate

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So let us	not talk	falsely	now,

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The hour is	getting	late"

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All	along the	watchtower

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Princes	kept the	view

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While all the	women	came and went

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Barefoot	servants,	too

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Outside	in the cold	distance

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A wild -	cat did	growl

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Two riders	were ap -	proaching

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And the	wind began to	howl