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