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