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Next to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From April to May
apart a heart an E Train
And sing it in L.A.
And clouds in your rearview
You along
To the verse
Of your song
you day with the all wrong
So call me when the world looks 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
From June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky from the wildfires
Which 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 when the looks bleak
I you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll to see
The rest is metamodernity
Next to Hudson Yards
It's crowded on the weekdays
From April to May
apart a heart an E Train
And sing it in L.A.
And clouds in your rearview
You along
To the verse
Of your song
you day with the all wrong
So call me when the world looks 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
From June to July
All beneath a pinkish sky from the wildfires
Which 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 when the looks bleak
I you but it's hard to believe
With every day we'll to see
The rest is metamodernity
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