| Let me tell you
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| About this place called hopeless bay
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| Where even with no rays of sun
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| You still go out and play
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| And if you want
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| Your friends will just appear
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| Yeah they’ll be waiting on the perron for you
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| When suicide is near
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| And anyone can come along
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| When times are sinking low
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| Hopeless bay can be as real
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| As the pain that made you go
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| If you screwed up
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| If you made some bad mistakes
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| It’s easy to be straight before
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| For giving hopeless bay
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| And if you’re lost
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| Then you’ve been soaked up by the mist
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| Any place you sit, you'll cherish more
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| That way you used to miss
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| And anyone can come along
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| When times are sinking low
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| Hopeless bay can be as real
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| As the pain that made you go
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| There is a bench
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| You can sit on when you lose
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| And if your ego is bruised you’re still
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| Admired by the view
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| If you forgot
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| About the person you should be
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| In hopeless bay the people know you
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| Somewhat perfectly
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| And anyone can come along
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| When times are sinking low
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| Hopeless bay can be as real
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| As the pain that made you go |