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