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Y
ou must leave now, take what you need, you th
ink will last.
But wha
tever you wish to keep, you better gr
ab it fast.
Yo
nder stands your o
rphan with his g
un,
Crying like a fi
re in the s
un.
Look out the saints are c
omin' th
rough
And it's all over n
ow, B
aby Bl
ue.
The h
ighway is for gamblers, better use your s
ense.
Take what you have gathered from coinc
idence.
The em
pty-handed pa
inter from your str
eets
Is dra
wing crazy pat
terns on your sh
eets.
This sky, too, is folding un
der y
ou
And i
t's all over n
ow, B
aby B
lue.
All your seasick sailors, they are ro
wing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all go
ing home.
The lover who j
ust walked out your d
oor
Has taken all his b
lankets from the fl
oor.
The carpet, too, is moving u
nder y
ou
And it's all over n
ow, B
aby B
lue.
Leave your st
epping stones behind, something ca
lls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not fo
llow you.
The v
agabond who's ra
pping at your d
oor
Is st
anding in the clo
thes that you once w
ore.
Strike another match, go st
art an
ew
And it's all over n
ow, Ba
by B
lue.
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