It's All Over Now, Baby Blue

Bob Dylan

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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 the Saints are comin'	through:

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.

Take what you have gathered from coincidence.

The empty handed painter from your streets

Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.

This sky too, is folding under you:

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.

All your reindeer armies, are all going home.

The lover who just walked out your door

Has taken all his blankets from the floor.

The carpet too, is moving under you:

Leave your stepping stone behind, something calls for you.

Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.

The vagabond who's rapping at your door

Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.

Strike another match, go start anew: