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Lyrics:
A stain that sticks like glue
Your expression when you left
I'll never change your style
Was severed and untied
I failed to help your head
Was selfish and unwise
I'll never make you smile
Because my train was with no trail
A stain that sticks like glue
Your expression when you left
I'll never change your style
Was severed and untied
I failed to help your head
I was selfish and unwise
I'll never make you smile
My train runs with no trail
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