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Next to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
to May
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 verse
Of your favourite song
That you each day the all wrong
So me the world looks bleak
I 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
June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky the wildfires
Which the horizon line
From the outset
It's been hard to tell
Why you'd feel this down
When it all bodes well
So call me when the looks bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll start to see
The rest is
Next to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
to May
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 verse
Of your favourite song
That you each day the all wrong
So me the world looks bleak
I 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
June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky the wildfires
Which the horizon line
From the outset
It's been hard to tell
Why you'd feel this down
When it all bodes well
So call me when the looks bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll start to see
The rest is
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