This May Songtext
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Last May is racing through my mind
The people I cut off from in a line
A clean break from the wreckage of my past
First place, cos I'm sick of getting last
This May is pounding in my heart
Waiting for my car to start
So we can cruise the new neighborhood
Talking how they never understood
The people I cut off from in a line
A clean break from the wreckage of my past
First place, cos I'm sick of getting last
This May is pounding in my heart
Waiting for my car to start
So we can cruise the new neighborhood
Talking how they never understood
Next may is running through my head
But now, it's time to go to bed
So we can dream of the things to come
And wonder if we'll have any fun
But now, it's time to go to bed
So we can dream of the things to come
And wonder if we'll have any fun
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