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