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