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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 |
