Gold it's cold. Diamonds are dead. A limo it's just a car. Don't pretend. Feel what is real. That's it.
Boy, before I met you I was F.I.N.E. Fine 
but your love made me a prisoner, yeah my heart's been doing time 
You spent me up like money, then you hung me out to dry 
It was easy to keep all your lies in disguise 
Cause you had me in deep with the devil in your eyes.

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