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to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
April to May
Parse apart a heart from an E Train
And sing about it in L.A.
And clouds in your rearview
You humming along
To the first verse
Of your favourite song
That you 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 to see
The rest is metamodernity
With agrestic charm
It's in the midwest
From June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky from the wildfires
Which mantle the horizon line
From the outset
It's hard to tell
Why you'd 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 to see
The is metamodernity
to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
April to May
Parse apart a heart from an E Train
And sing about it in L.A.
And clouds in your rearview
You humming along
To the first verse
Of your favourite song
That you 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 to see
The rest is metamodernity
With agrestic charm
It's in the midwest
From June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky from the wildfires
Which mantle the horizon line
From the outset
It's hard to tell
Why you'd 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 to see
The is metamodernity
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