Dylan l’a écrite, Hendrix l’a « couverte », une guitare magique

et des souvenirs inoubliables... « All along the watchtower »

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"There must be some kinda way out of here"

Said a joker to the thief

"There's too much confusion,

I can't get no relief.

Businessmen they, they drink my wine,

Ploughmen dig my earth

No one will level on the line

Nobody of it is worth

Hey!"

"No reason to get excited" All along the watchtower,

The thief he kindly spoke. Princess kept the view

"There are many here among us While all the women came and went,

Who feel that life is but a joke. Barefoot servants too.

But ah, you and I we've been through that. Outside in the cold distance

And this is not our fate. A wildcat did growl

So let us not talk falsely now, Two riders were approaching

The hour's getting late.Hey!" And the wind began to howl

Hey!

All along the watchtower.

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