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A stain that sticks like glue Your expression when you left I'll never change your style Severed and untied I failed to hold your hand Self and unwise I'll never make you smile It's like a train with no trail A stain that sticks like glue Your expression when you left I'll never change your style Severed and untied I failed to hold your hand I was selfish and unwise I'll never make you smile A train runs with the trail From Letras Mania