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