The grass needs mowinĄ¯
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ItĄ¯s thick and overgrown
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The weeds grow tall
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Around Lake Brenda
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I hit the juice
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Puts gravel in my goose
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And helps me fall
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Into Lake Brenda
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I donĄ¯t know if I miss it
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More than I miss you
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ItĄ¯s hard to differentiate
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Between the two
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I donĄ¯t know how the hell
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A life could go so wrong
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A fish jumps from the water
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Arcs and then itĄ¯s gone
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ItĄ¯s getting late
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I have to cut some bait
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And sacrifice it
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To Lake Brenda
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I must be cursed
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I guess it could be worse
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I could be drowning
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On Lake Brenda
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Lake Brenda
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