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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 your rearview
You humming along
To the first verse
Of your favourite song
That you quote each day with the words all wrong
So call me when the bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
With agrestic charm
It's humid in the midwest
June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky the wildfires
mantle the line
From the outset
It's been to tell
Why you'd feel this down
When it all bodes well
So call me when the world bleak
I you but it's to believe
every day we'll to see
The rest is
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 your rearview
You humming along
To the first verse
Of your favourite song
That you quote each day with the words all wrong
So call me when the bleak
I love you but it's hard to believe
With day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
With agrestic charm
It's humid in the midwest
June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky the wildfires
mantle the line
From the outset
It's been to tell
Why you'd feel this down
When it all bodes well
So call me when the world bleak
I you but it's to believe
every day we'll to see
The rest is
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