| Well I don’t care your cameras caught me crying as I left your gates
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| Or that your maintenance men they caught our last embrace
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| Well you were on the verge of tears when I first knew I would know you
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| And now your ancient black tears they stain your robe
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| Calypso will come with me on that morning April day
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| To the city of my childhood in a cage
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| On the broad back of the earth we will drive twelve hours straight
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| And we’ll take turns feeling crazy and okay
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| On May Day, May Day listen for the sound
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| Of the ambulances singing rounds drowning out the blue
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| Well the Captain of America he sings through his toothpaste
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| And the bubbles of his words will float away
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| As he gargles out a hymn in the funny fish voice way
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| And all the sorrow seems to go away
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| On May Day, May Day listen for the sound
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| Of the Geiger counters counting down
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| To one and blast off baby to the inter-space of stars
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| Out to the star encrusted boulevard
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| On May Day, May Day can you hear the sound
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| Of the megaphones calling out instructions
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| And I need your quiet empire where forgetful Persians roam
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| And with two hands full of silver I’ll go home
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| Return me to my kingdom where my children wait for me
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| To build them flying saucers
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| On May Day, May Day they are going down
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| Send the fleet of black-and-whites wailing downtown
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| May Day May Day May Day |