Here with the lake for comfort
would be swell
If I could figure out how to make the rent
When I got back in town
Here with a brook and all that jazz
I think of you
Who don't love me
who don't love you
And ain't it cool baby?
So cool we chill our beers on it.
This here's no place to think of beer.
All green.
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