| Leaving on a Mayday, fine summer pain
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| In his heart on his tounge, the taste is sweet again
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| Leaving on a Mayday, fine summer pain
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| But he said a feather, and his mind can take all, his feet are moving again
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| Let it rain, on me, let it rain
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| Let it rain, on me, let it rain
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| Morning comes, wakes him up, he looks out at the parking lot
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| Sees the house, he was born, almost 57 years ago
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| Where his brother lives, where his sister moved, and all three went to
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| unfinished school
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| Where the father died, in '59, and mother did in 63'
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| He’s reminded of her when he looks at me
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| Let it rain, on me, let it rain
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| Let it rain, on me, let it rain
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| Let it rain, on me, let it rain
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| Let it rain, on me, let it rain
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| That’s how, that’s how all things grow
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| That’s how, that’s how all things grow
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| I’ve been waiting for the noosy set, 20 years I’ve been waiting
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| For the last pages in a book I read, of love, death and endless need
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| About you, your sister your mother and me, even the happiest families bleed
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| I want to get even, making it last, get every bastard from the past
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| Let it rain, on me, let it rain
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| Let it rain, on me, let it rain
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| Let it rain, on me, let it rain
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| Oh let it rain, on me, that’s how
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| That’s how all things grow, that’s how
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| That’s how all things grow, that’s how
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| That’s how all things grow, that’s how
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| That’s how all things grow
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| Want to get even, making last, get every bastard from the past
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| Want to get even, making last, get every bastard from the past
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| Want to get even, making last, get every bastard from the past |