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 those saints are coming through
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And it's all over know Baby Blue.
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And it's all over know Baby Blue.
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The highway is for gamblers, you 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 know Baby Blue.
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All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
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All your empty-handed armies are all going home.
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Your lover who has just walked out your 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 know Baby Blue.
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Leave your stepping stones behind, there's something calls for you
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Forget about 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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And it's all over know Baby Blue.
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And it's all over know Baby Blue.
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And it's all over know Baby Blue.
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It's All Over Now Baby Blue
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| Grateful Dead |
