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There must be some kind of way out of hereSaid the joker to the thiefThere's too much confusionI can't get no reliefBusiness men they drink my winePlowmen dig my earthNo one will level on the lineNobody of it is worthNo reason to get excitedThe thief he kindly spokeThere are many here among usWho feel that life is but a jokeBut you and I we've been through thatAnd this is not our fateSo let us not talk falsely nowThe hour's getting lateAll along the watchtowerPrinces kept the viewWhile all the women came and wentBarefoot servants tooOutside in the cold distanceA wild cat did growlTwo riders were approachingAnd the wind began to howl Aus Songtexte Mania