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One, two, three, four
to Hudson Yards
It's on the weekdays
April to May
apart a troubled heart from an E Train
And sing it in L.A.
And clouds in your rearview
You start humming along
To the first verse
Of favourite song
you quote each day with the words all wrong
So call me the bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll start to see
The is metamodernity
agrestic charm
It's humid in the midwest
June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky from the wildfires
Which mantle the horizon line
From the outset
It's hard to tell
Why you'd feel this down
When it all bodes well
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 is metamodernity
to Hudson Yards
It's on the weekdays
April to May
apart a troubled heart from an E Train
And sing it in L.A.
And clouds in your rearview
You start humming along
To the first verse
Of favourite song
you quote each day with the words all wrong
So call me the bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll start to see
The is metamodernity
agrestic charm
It's humid in the midwest
June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky from the wildfires
Which mantle the horizon line
From the outset
It's hard to tell
Why you'd feel this down
When it all bodes well
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 is metamodernity
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