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G#You must leave now, take what you neeF#d, you thC#ink will last. But whatG#ever you wish to keep, you bF#etter grC#ab it fast. D#mYonder stands your F#orphan with his gC#un D#mCrying like a fF#ire in the sC#un FLook out the saints arF#e comingG# through And D#mit's all over nF#ow, Baby BlC#ue.
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 And it's all over now, Baby Blue. 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 And it's all over now, Baby Blue. Leave your stepping stones 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 And it's all over now, Baby Blue