| May day, May day, May day
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| May day, May day
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| May day, May day
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| Aroused at the bus light
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| On the grand trampoline
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| Sako down the river
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| On my battered bike to the center of their world
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| I had to do it I can’t brush it or forgive
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| Mr. Alright, open the door
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| Mr. Alright, now won’t be ignored
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| Many views turnin', people convergin'
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| Our crazy energy burnin'
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| When the weight of the drum comes
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| Guardin' a says one, a fairy pongs together
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| I had to do it, I can’t brush it or forgive
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| Mr. Alright, open the door
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| I had to do it, I can’t push it or forgive
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| Mr. Alright, open the door
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| Then the Bernie called policeman
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| He tried to hatch a plan, we had no food, no water
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| But the spirit of the crowd grew
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| And the people knew that their power was greater
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| I had to do it, can’t push it or forgive
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| Mr. Alright, open the door
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| I had to do it, can’t push it or forgive
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| Mr. Alright, open the door |