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