Gonna make a record in the month of May
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In the month of May, in the month of May
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Gonna make a record in the month of May
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When the violent wind blows the wires away
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Month of May, it's a violent thing
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In the city their hearts start to sing
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Well, some people singing sounds like they're screaming
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Used to doubt it but now I believe it
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Month of May, everybody's in love
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In the city, watch it from above
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And just when I knew what I wanted to say
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The violent wind blew the wires away
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We were shocked in the suburbs
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Now the kids are all standing with their arms folded tight
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The kids are all standing with their arms folded tight
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Now, some things are pure and some things are right
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But the kids are still standing with their arms folded tight
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I said some things are pure and some things are right
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But the kids are still standing with their arms folded tight
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So young, so young, so much pain for someone so young, well
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I know it's heavy, I know it ain't light
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But how you gonna lift it with your arms folded tight?
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First the built they road, then they built the town
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That's why I'm still driving around
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And around and around and around and around
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And around and around and around and around...
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Two-thousand nine, two-thousand ten
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Wanna make a record how I felt then
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When we stood outside in the month of May
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And watched a violent wind blow the wires away
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If I die in the month of May, let the wind take my body away, yeah
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I wish I may, I wish I might
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Don't leave me down there with my arms folded tight!
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Start again in the month of May
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Start again in the month of May
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Come on and blow the wires away
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Come on and blow the wires away
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Start again in the month of May
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Start again in the month of May
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Come on and blow the wires away
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Come on and blow the wires away
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Start again in the month of May
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Start again in the month of May
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Come on and blow the wires away
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Come on and blow the wires, the wires away |