In the backyard In the garden You were always there Digging down where roots would burrow underneath Now the grass is always overgrown And the weeds are choking out the sun Pretty soon they'll come under the door And you don't care In the backyard In the garden Almost nothing left Just some pieces of the roots that once dug in And the grass is always overgrown And the weeds are choking out the sun Why do you still come home anymore when you don't care?
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In the backyard
In the garden
You were always there
Digging down where roots would burrow underneath
Now the grass is always overgrown
And the weeds are choking out the sun
Pretty soon they'll come under the door
And you don't care
In the backyard
In the garden
Almost nothing left
Just some pieces of the roots that once dug in
And the grass is always overgrown
And the weeds are choking out the sun
Why do you still come home anymore
when you don't care?
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