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One, two, three, four
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 your rearview
You start humming along
To the first verse
Of your favourite song
you each day the words all wrong
So call me when the world looks bleak
I you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
With agrestic charm
It's in the midwest
From to July
All a pinkish sky from the wildfires
the horizon line
the outset
It's hard to tell
Why you'd feel 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 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 your rearview
You start humming along
To the first verse
Of your favourite song
you each day the words all wrong
So call me when the world looks bleak
I you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
With agrestic charm
It's in the midwest
From to July
All a pinkish sky from the wildfires
the horizon line
the outset
It's hard to tell
Why you'd feel 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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