Bob Dylan:
[singing]
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 coming through, And it's all over now, baby blue...
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