Leaving on a mayday
A fine summer pain
In his heart
On his tongue
The taste is sweet again
Leaving on a mayday
A fine summer pain
But his head's a feather
His mind can take off
His feet are moving again
Let it rain on me
Let it rain
Morning comes, wakes him up
He looks out at the parking lot,
waiting
twenty
tongue
three
their
taste
sweet
things
seven
school
sixty
reminded
parking
morning
mayday
every
happiest
endless
years
where
father
families
bleed
again
making
brother
sister
bastard
moving
about
pages
house
comes
moved
mother
almost
wakes
summer
death
finished
feather
fifty
heart
leaving
lives
looks
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