| You must leave now, take what you want, you think will last
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| 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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| He’s crying like a fire in the sun
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| Look over there 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, 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 painting crazy patterns on your sheets
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| The sky, too, is falling over 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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| All your gathered armies, they are blowing home
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| Your lover who just has walked out the door
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| Has taken all the 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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| The carpet, too, is moving under you
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| And it’s all over now, Baby Blue
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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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| It’s all over now, Baby Blue
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| It’s all over now
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| The highway is for gamblers, you better use your sense
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| Take what you have gathered
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| 'Cause it’s all over now, it’s all over now
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| It’s all over now, Baby Blue |