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