Beware of the kindness of strangers it may be a minute too late Ah, you have a light bulb moment just a minute too late that they were just users and, lions in wait when you find out the danger of trusting others who desire your favors Ah, just a minute too late justifying all of their hate strangers disguised as angels living as devils, and spreading their lies you wish right now you'd looked into their eyes Ah, your light bulb moment all because... * it was a minute too late.
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