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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, baby, the saints are comin' through |
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Because 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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And 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 over you |
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Because it's all over now, baby blue |
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It's all over now, baby blue |
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Leave your stepping stones behind, there's something that calls for you |
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Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you |
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The carpet, too, is falling over you |
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Because it's all over now, baby blue |
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It's all over now, baby blue |
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It's all over now |
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Because it's all over now |
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Because it's all over now, baby blue |