| 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 the saints are comin' 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 street
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| Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
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| This sky, too, is folding under you
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| And it’s all over now, Baby Blue
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| Ah, leave your stepping stones behind, someone calls for you
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| Forget the dead you’ve left, they can 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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| So strike another match, we’ll start anew |