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