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Lyrics:

[Intro]
[Slow acoustic guitar picking]
[Male Vocal]

[Verse 1]
When we first moved here, the Johnsons had your place.
They kept the roses trimmed and everything in its space.
But since they moved away, you let the ivy crawl.
And now the garden’s turning... into a brick-and-mortar wall.

[Verse 2]
Your knee-high grass is growing, thick and wild.
It’s lowering the tone—I’m not a petulant child.
But look at the debris, the rust, the broken glass.
(whisper: just look at the grass)

[Pre-Chorus]
It’s attracting the vermin, they scurry in the night.
Harbouring the litter, a truly sorry sight.
I watch from my window, I count every weed.
You’re sowing a mess, and that’s a dangerous seed.

[Chorus]
It’s a general rubbish dump, right outside my door.
I don't know who you are, or what you're waiting for.
The neighbourhood is sighing, the curb appeal is dead.
(shout: Clean it up!)
Get all these brambles out of my head.

[Verse 3]
I see your lights flicker, but you never come out.
Is that a discarded tyre? Or what life is about?
The dandelions are dancing on a grave of good taste.
A beautiful potential, going completely to waaaaaaaste.

[Bridge]
(Building tension)
Maybe you’re lonely.
Maybe you’re gone.
But the weeds don't care, they just keep pushing on.
They crawl up the siding, they choke out the light.
(shout: I can’t stand the sight!)

[Outro]
Just a disgrace...
(whisper: such a disgrace)
I’m watching the weeds grow.
I’m watching the world go...
...away.
[Fade out]

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Overgrown Garden

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