if this president is above the law, then so is everybody else

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last

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
Your empty-handed army, is all going home
Your lover who just walked out the 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, there's something that 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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{"It's All Over Now, Baby Blue" - Bob Dylan}

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