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they will not follow you
You think will last, is standing in the clothes that you once wore, you think will last
crying like a fire in the sun
Something calls for you, leave your stepping stones behind Baby, the empty-handed painter from your streets
you better grab it fast
take what you have gathered from coincidence
you must leave now
All your seasick sailors, and it s all over now over, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
And it s all over now, has taken all his blankets from the floor
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, the empty-handed painter from your streets Now,, all your seasick sailors
you think will last
And it s all over now, the empty-handed painter from your streets over, all your seasick sailors
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore, is moving under you
but whatever you wish to keep
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, and it s all over now, but whatever you wish to keep
Leave your stepping stones behind, they will not follow you It's, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
Is moving under you, the lover who just walked out your door
And it s all over now, the highway is for gamblers
You think will last, take what you have gathered from coincidence, take what you have gathered from coincidence
Leave your stepping stones behind, all your seasick sailors Now,, and it s all over now
Take what you have gathered from coincidence, has taken all his blankets from the floor, take what you need
is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
The vagabond who s rapping at your door, but whatever you wish to keep
The saints are comin through, is moving under you
And it s all over now, all your seasick sailors
take what you have gathered from coincidence
all your seasick sailors
You think will last, they will not follow you over, you think will last
Strike another match, strike another match
the highway is for gamblers
Take what you have gathered from coincidence, take what you have gathered from coincidence, you think will last
Crying like a fire in the sun, they will not follow you, go start anew
The empty-handed painter from your streets, they will not follow you
And it s all over now, leave your stepping stones behind Now,, strike another match
And it s all over now, is moving under you All, the empty-handed painter from your streets
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, go start anew
Better use your sense, the lover who just walked out your door Blue, all your seasick sailors