Leave your stepping stone behind, something calls for youįorget the dead you've left, they will not follow you Has taken all his blankets from the floor The empty handed painter from your streetsĪll your seasick sailors, they are rowing homeĪll your reindeer armies, are all going home Take what you have gathered from coincidence The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense Look out the Saints are comin' throughĪnd it's all over now, Baby Blue. You must leave now take what you need you think will lastīut whatever you wish to keep you better grab it fast
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