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You better go now, take what you want |
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You think will last |
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But if there's something you wish to keep |
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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 for who, 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 streets |
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Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets |
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The sky too is foldin' under you |
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And it's all over now, baby blue |
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All your seasick sailors, they are goin' home |
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Your empty-handed armies, they are goin' home |
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Your lover who just walked out the door |
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Has taken all his blankets from the floor |
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The carpet too is movin' 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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It's all over now, baby blue |