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