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to Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From April to May
Parse a troubled from an E Train
And sing it in L.A.
And in your rearview
You humming along
To the verse
Of your song
That you quote each day the all wrong
So call me the world bleak
I you but it's hard to believe
every day we'll to see
The is metamodernity
With agrestic charm
It's in the midwest
From June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky the wildfires
the horizon line
From the outset
It's hard to tell
Why you'd this down
it all well
So me the looks bleak
I love you but it's to believe
every day we'll start to see
The is metamodernity
to Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From April to May
Parse a troubled from an E Train
And sing it in L.A.
And in your rearview
You humming along
To the verse
Of your song
That you quote each day the all wrong
So call me the world bleak
I you but it's hard to believe
every day we'll to see
The is metamodernity
With agrestic charm
It's in the midwest
From June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky the wildfires
the horizon line
From the outset
It's hard to tell
Why you'd this down
it all well
So me the looks bleak
I love you but it's to believe
every day we'll start to see
The is metamodernity
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