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One, two, three, four
to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From April to May
Parse a 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 quote each day with the words all wrong
So call me when the world bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll start to see
The is metamodernity
With agrestic charm
It's humid in the midwest
to July
All beneath a sky from the wildfires
Which mantle the horizon line
From the outset
It's been hard to tell
Why you'd feel this down
When it all bodes well
So call me the world bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll start to see
The is metamodernity
to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From April to May
Parse a 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 quote each day with the words all wrong
So call me when the world bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll start to see
The is metamodernity
With agrestic charm
It's humid in the midwest
to July
All beneath a sky from the wildfires
Which mantle the horizon line
From the outset
It's been hard to tell
Why you'd feel this down
When it all bodes well
So call me the world bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll start to see
The is metamodernity
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