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May Day
May Day
I need to get away
Very. Very, far away.
This life is one way
Not on my side anyway.
May day May day
Someone please keep them away
I can’t stop these birds of prey.
It doesn’t matter what I say.
My hell is their field day.
May day may day
This may be my last day.
Before I have to run away.
From this life of disarray
I refuse to obey.
May Day May Day
I won’t let you get away
I’ll be back some day
I’ll be back and make you pay.
I’ll surely find some way.
May Day May Day,
Im going far away,
From this life of bad days.
I need to get away
Very. Very, far away.
This life is one way
Not on my side anyway.
May day May day
Someone please keep them away
I can’t stop these birds of prey.
It doesn’t matter what I say.
My hell is their field day.
May day may day
This may be my last day.
Before I have to run away.
From this life of disarray
I refuse to obey.
May Day May Day
I won’t let you get away
I’ll be back some day
I’ll be back and make you pay.
I’ll surely find some way.
May Day May Day,
Im going far away,
From this life of bad days.
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