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