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