| It’s been a prosperous four years
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| Many have come and staked their claim
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| But now it’s over, halls are cleared
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| And you’re unpopular again
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| It takes so little time at all
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| To see who really plays the game
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| And before the winter’s fall
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| We won’t be seeing you the same
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| So when I’m lost in all my thoughts
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| While I’m driving 'round the Bay
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| As the foundation slowly rots
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| Won’t we ever find our way?
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| Of all the ones who’ve come and gone
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| It never matters all the same
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| And as the day’s so very long
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| It’s all right to miss the train
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| It takes so little time at all
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| To see who really plays the game
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| And before the winter’s fall
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| We won’t be seeing you the same
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| So when I’m lost in all my thoughts
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| While I’m driving 'round the Bay
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| As the foundation slowly rots
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| Won’t we ever find our way? |