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But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin' through And it's all over now, Baby Blue. 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. |
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I didn't know which way to turn
I didn't know which way to turn Can't control my feelings if I tried Right from wrong from left to right I didn't know which way to turn Walk on ice feel your fingers burn Walk on ice feel your fingers burn And the world you know Easing out of time Can't control my feelings if I tried Can't control my feelings if I tried And the world you know Easing out of time Easing out of time Easing out of time Easing out of time Easing out of time Easing out of time Easing out of time Easing out of time Easing out of time Easing out of time Easing out of time Easing out of time Easing out of time Easing out of time Easing out of time Easing out of time |
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