You must leave, 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, 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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And 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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And it's all over now, Baby Blue
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Leave your stepping stones behind there, something that calls for you now
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Forget the dead, 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 you once wore
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Strike another match, go start anew
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Oh, it's all over now, Baby Blue
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It's All Over Now, Baby Blue
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