| 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 a gun
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| And he’s crying like a fire out in the sun
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| Look out now, the saints are comin' through, yeah
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| Well, it’s all over now, Baby Blue
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| And the highways are for gamblers, you better use your sense
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| Take what you have gathered from coincidence
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| And the empty-handed painter from your street
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| Is drawing crazy patterns upon your sheet
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| The sky, too, is folding under you
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| Yeah, it’s all over now, Baby Blue
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| Yeah, that lover who has just walked out the door
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| Has taken all his blankets from the floor
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| And the carpet, too, is moving under you, oh yeah
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| And it’s all over now, Baby Blue
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| Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for me
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| And forget the dead you left, they will not follow me
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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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| Well, strike another match, go start anew, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, it’s all over now, Baby Blue
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| I’ll tell you again, it’s all over now, Baby Blue
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| It’s all over now, Baby Blue |