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There must be some way out of here,
Said the joker to the theif.
There’s too much confusion
I can’t get nooooooo relief
Business men they,
Drink my wine.
There plowmen dig my earth.
None of them along the line
Know what any of it’s worth.
No reason to get excited,
The theif he kindly spoke.
There are many among us,
Who feel that life is but a joke (ha ha- ha ha)
But you and I we’ve been through all that,(yes we have)
And this is not our fate.
So let us not talk falsly *now*,
The hour is getting neaaarrr
And all along the watchtower,
Prince’s kept the view.
While all the women all the women all the women came and went
Barefoot servatnts too.
Out side in the cold distance,
A wild cat did growl la la la la la
Two riders two riders approaching,
The wind began to howwwwwllll
The theif he take
My money take
The theif he take
My money take
Am I insane
Auf wiedersehen
Am I insane
The theif is safe
No reason to get excited! (yeah!....)
Read more lyrics about / on: money, cold, yeah, life
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