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You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last |
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But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast |
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Yonder stands your orphan with his gun |
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Crying like a fire in the sun |
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Look out, all the saints are coming through |
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And it's all over now, Baby Blue |
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The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense |
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Take what you have gathered from coincidence |
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The empty-handed painter from your streets |
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Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets |
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The sky, too, is folding under you |
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It's all over now, Baby Blue |
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All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home |
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Your empty-handed army they are going home |
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Your lover who just walked out the door |
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Has taken all his blankets from the floor |
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The carpet, too, is moving under you |
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It's all over now, Baby Blue |
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Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you |
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Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you |
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The vagabond who's rapping at your door |
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Is standing in the clothes that you once wore |
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Strike another match, go start anew |
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It's all over now, Baby Blue |
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It's all over now, Baby Blue |
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It's all over now, Baby Blue |
