| May Day is rioting in the streets
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| The corner shop is closed;
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| The pier had been torched
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| The act of creation changes skin
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| It should be time to buckle up
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| And time to break up
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| It is the first of May
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| And, for once, I feel quite okay
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| Try to pinch me if you dare
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| But this time I’m not going anywhere
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| Bonnie and Clyde have disappeared;
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| There’s confusion in their nest
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| I can feel it in your chest
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| I’ll protect you
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| From chlorophyll and peels
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| Overshadowed by this light
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| I promise you’ll be alright
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| It is the first of May
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| And, for once, I feel quite okay
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| Try to pinch me if you dare
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| But this time I’m not going anywhere
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| May Day is rioting in the streets
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| Getting ready for the fight —
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| But i promise you’ll be alright
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| It is the first of May
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| And, for once, I feel quite okay
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| Try to pinch me if you dare
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| But this time I’m not going anywhere |