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to Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From April to May
apart a troubled 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
That you quote each day with the words all wrong
So me the world looks bleak
I you but it's to believe
With day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
With agrestic charm
It's humid in the midwest
From June to July
All beneath a sky from the wildfires
Which mantle the line
From the outset
It's been to tell
Why you'd this down
it all bodes well
So call me when the world looks bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
every day we'll start to see
The rest is
to Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From April to May
apart a troubled 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
That you quote each day with the words all wrong
So me the world looks bleak
I you but it's to believe
With day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
With agrestic charm
It's humid in the midwest
From June to July
All beneath a sky from the wildfires
Which mantle the line
From the outset
It's been to tell
Why you'd this down
it all bodes well
So call me when the world looks bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
every day we'll start to see
The rest is
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