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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
I can’t get no relief
Businessmen there – they drink my wine
Plow men dig my earth
None will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth – 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 huh
But you and I we’ve been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hours getting late – Hey!

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Bare-foot servants too, but huh
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl – Hey!

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De inspiratie voor deze post kwam van hier en na het beluisteren van de playlist van een doordeweekse dag op MNM.