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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