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Next to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
to May
apart a heart from an E Train
And it in L.A.
And in rearview
You humming along
To the first verse
Of favourite song
That you day with the words all wrong
So call me the bleak
I love you but it's 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 from the wildfires
Which the line
the outset
It's been to tell
Why you'd down
When it all well
So call me when the looks bleak
I love you but it's to believe
With day we'll start to see
The is metamodernity
Next to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
to May
apart a heart from an E Train
And it in L.A.
And in rearview
You humming along
To the first verse
Of favourite song
That you day with the words all wrong
So call me the bleak
I love you but it's 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 from the wildfires
Which the line
the outset
It's been to tell
Why you'd down
When it all well
So call me when the looks bleak
I love you but it's to believe
With day we'll start to see
The is metamodernity
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