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Next to Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From April to May
Parse a troubled an E Train
And sing about it in L.A.
And clouds in rearview
You humming along
To the first verse
Of your favourite song
That you each day with the words all wrong
So me the world bleak
I you but it's hard to believe
day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
agrestic charm
It's humid in the midwest
From to July
All beneath a sky the wildfires
mantle 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 the bleak
I you but it's hard to believe
With day we'll to see
The rest is metamodernity
Next to Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From April to May
Parse a troubled an E Train
And sing about it in L.A.
And clouds in rearview
You humming along
To the first verse
Of your favourite song
That you each day with the words all wrong
So me the world bleak
I you but it's hard to believe
day we'll start to see
The rest is metamodernity
agrestic charm
It's humid in the midwest
From to July
All beneath a sky the wildfires
mantle 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 the bleak
I you but it's hard to believe
With day we'll to see
The rest is metamodernity
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