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Next to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
April to May
apart a heart an E Train
And about it in L.A.
And in your rearview
You humming along
To the verse
Of your favourite song
That you quote each day with the words all wrong
So call me when the world looks bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll start 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 the horizon line
From the outset
It's been hard to tell
Why you'd feel down
When it all bodes well
So call me the looks bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll to see
The is
Next to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
April to May
apart a heart an E Train
And about it in L.A.
And in your rearview
You humming along
To the verse
Of your favourite song
That you quote each day with the words all wrong
So call me when the world looks bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll start 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 the horizon line
From the outset
It's been hard to tell
Why you'd feel down
When it all bodes well
So call me the looks bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll to see
The is
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