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