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Someday Soon I'll write you,
Don't expect it to explain,
You can run if you want to,
Move to L.A. and change your name,
Ton's of times that I've been here,
The smell of perfume in the air,
Holden Caulfield in the mirror,
I think she'll find that she can keep him there
I'll tell, tell what the problem is, it's you
I'm underneath becoming stuck here,
The callous skin of a working hand,
I have assembled my room backwards,
an architect without any plans
I'll tell, tell what the problem is, it's you
Separate me if you want it,
I don't need my other side,
You can run if you want to,
but you'll find nowhere to hide,
I'll tell, tell what the problem is, it's you.
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