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