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Next to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From April to May
Parse apart a troubled heart from an E Train
And sing about it in L.A.
And clouds in rearview
You start humming along
To the verse
Of favourite song
That you each day with the all wrong
So call me the 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 in the midwest
From June to July
All a pinkish sky the wildfires
mantle the horizon line
From the outset
It's been hard to tell
Why you'd down
When it all bodes well
So call me the world looks bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
Next to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From April to May
Parse apart a troubled heart from an E Train
And sing about it in L.A.
And clouds in rearview
You start humming along
To the verse
Of favourite song
That you each day with the all wrong
So call me the 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 in the midwest
From June to July
All a pinkish sky the wildfires
mantle the horizon line
From the outset
It's been hard to tell
Why you'd down
When it all bodes well
So call me the world looks bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
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