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So Imma go and catch that trainI hope to God I never see you again, butMaybe we should play a quick game of your faultBeen thinking a lot about the shit that we've gotten ourselves intoAnd what I'm about to do, I do it for meI'm really not out to prove I ain't a selfish dudeI am, you knew the truth in advanceAnd took the chance the minute we shook them hands, you booked itAnd looking back, that scale of good and badWas on a crooked slant, but romance don't come with a bookletYou called me immature, well I was immature like this beforeThe difference is you didn't admit that it pissed you offThat's if it did at allBut if you bit your tongue and thought that you could change meThen baby you may be misinformedNo man should change to suit a girl'Cause if they do, they running the risk of becoming a stranger to themselvesI got a train to catch, so farewellI hope you fair wellNah I don't blame you, that ain't fairWellSo Imma go and catch that trainI hope to God I never see you again, butMaybe we should play a quick game of your faultLetras de cancionesAnd we can standA pace away, but face to faceSo we both can see the moment that the stone breaksYeah maybe we should trade some insultsThis train's late, it's typical. Wait,Stay a little more. Hey,Say the things you couldn't say but maybe wish you could. K,I should've listen more, I made you miserableLately I played invisible, maybe I didn't miss those callsI know I put you second to rapping and bricked the wall upSomething just happened and snap, I had to risk it all, butYou didn't need a crystal ball to figure that this was all I hadMy passions for music was bigger than this, if it hits a sore pointIt's alright, of course I know, of course I knowThis ain't exactly breaking news, I made you play the backgroundLook, I'm sorry. Honest and then I swear on the friendship that we would've hadIf I wasn't a dipshit and if you weren't a monstrous hagAn horrible bitch that wants the attention so badThat she'll sabotage a man who loves her just to get itYou're fucking insaneAnd I don't mean that in a good wayBye-byeSo Imma go and catch that trainI hope to God I never see you again, butMaybe we should play a quick game of your faultAnd we can standA pace away, but face to faceSo we both can see the moment that the stone breaksMaybe we should trade some insults From Letras Mania