Luc-ifer To-m Ell-is - All alo-ng the wa-tch tow-er (Bob Dylan) | Текст песни

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There must be some kind of 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 feel life's but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talkin' falsely now
The hour's getting late, hey

All along the watchtower
Princes 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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