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-It was quàrter past 11 -when you picked me up in your Benz. Promising you were a changed man, a fairytale ,Hollywood ending. Claiming your all in, I thought you were sent from god,
The road down to hell is paved with good intentions what’s love, when the lust is gone You lied and you stood hidden from sight giving him the keys to steal my soul My heart pounded with fury
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