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Next to Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From April to May
Parse a troubled heart from an E Train
And sing it in L.A.
And clouds in your rearview
You start humming along
To the first verse
Of your favourite song
you day with the words all wrong
So call me when the world bleak
I you but it's hard to believe
With day we'll start to see
The is metamodernity
charm
It's in the midwest
June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky from the wildfires
the horizon line
the outset
It's been hard to tell
Why you'd feel this down
When it all well
So call me when the world looks bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
Next to Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From April to May
Parse a troubled heart from an E Train
And sing it in L.A.
And clouds in your rearview
You start humming along
To the first verse
Of your favourite song
you day with the words all wrong
So call me when the world bleak
I you but it's hard to believe
With day we'll start to see
The is metamodernity
charm
It's in the midwest
June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky from the wildfires
the horizon line
the outset
It's been hard to tell
Why you'd feel this down
When it all well
So call me when the world looks bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
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