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damn\n[01:09.23] Juliet must run, (Juliet) Juliet must vanish\n[01:12.57] Damn it, cut him off, savage, he must be banished\n[01:14.53] The WhatsApp Shakespeare killer\n[01:18.76] I was still breathing, baby, just barely (barely)\n[01:21.66] Grandma had to bring her Bible (bible)\n[01:23.58] Sister wanna hunt him down, but only Jesus can save him now\n[01:26.87] Like-like-like Lazarus, I did rise, what a miracle she could survive\n[01:29.86] Lost her accent in the dead of the night\n[01:31.57] When the light in her eyes left with her\n[01:33.16] Hold sis earrings, go get him\n[01:34.92] Oh, how mother would then mourn the ghost of her daughter\n[01:38.71] As he lured me in like a lamb to the slaughter\n[01:42.55] Yeah, yeah, sounds very dramatic, don't it?\n[01:45.74] A modern-day tragedy, I call it\n[01:47.48] Not with thy flesh, but with thy words, he would\n[01:50.45] Romance (romance) on me, on me, on me\n[01:53.89] He'd WhatsApp call me, call me with a\n[01:57.93] \"Wherefore are 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start_ms: 210880\n  end_ms: 212860\n- text: Fact, your Uber's outside\n  start_ms: 212860\n  end_ms: 214390\n- text: Must learn the art of airtime\n  start_ms: 214390\n  end_ms: 216870\n- text: You never must reply\n  start_ms: 216870\n  end_ms: 218350\n- text: You must escape the clutches of this Fake Prince Charming\n  start_ms: 218350\n  end_ms: 220880\n- text: A.k.a. the WhatsApp Shakespeare, darling, dun-dun, dun-dun-dun\n  start_ms: 220880\n  end_ms: 224940\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 224940\nplain: |-\n  Once upon a time there was a (girl)\n  Girl, and there was a serpent (serpent)\n  Oh, and her name was Eve (Eve)\n  And she took a bite from the apple (apple)\n  And the story ain't this dissimilar\n  Many, many, many, many moons later\n  She'd be deceived by her very own traitor\n  And he weren't even my type on paper\n\n  Such sweet poetry he would write\n  The WhatsApp Shakespeare Killer we call him\n  Lies just to climb into your bedroom door\n  Now you're fighting for your life on your bedroom floor\n  And, and a devil did send him, heart of blue, black venom\n  My mother knew when she met him\n  Wolf in sheep's clothes, oh, but in this case, denim\n  Uh, cold-blood felon\n\n  Oh, how Mother would then mourn the ghost of her daughter\n  As he lured me in like a lamb to the slaughter\n  Yeah, yeah, sounds very dramatic, don't it?\n  A modern-day tragedy I call it\n  It's a true story, it happened\n\n  Oh, how he romanced (romanced) on me, on me, on me\n  He'd WhatsApp call me, call me with a\n  \"Wherefore art thou, true love?\"\n  He strikes again, ooh, he's a cursive kisser\n  He romanced on me, on me, on me\n  Romeo, oh no, I was a fool to love you, damn\n  Juliet must run, (Juliet) Juliet must vanish\n  Damn it, cut him off savage, he must be banished\n  The WhatsApp Shakespeare Killer\n\n  I was still breathing, baby, just barely (barely)\n  Grandma had to bring her Bible (Bible)\n  Sister wanna hunt him down, but only Jesus can save him now\n  Like, like, like Lazarus I did rise\n  What a miracle she could survive, last text sent in the dead of the night\n  When the light in her eyes left with him\n  Hold sis earrings, go get him\n\n  Oh, how Mother would then mourn the ghost of her daughter\n  As he lured me in like a lamb to the slaughter\n  Yeah, yeah, sounds very dramatic, don't it?\n  A modern-day tragedy I call it\n  Not with thy flesh, but with thy words, he would\n\n  Romance (romance) on me, on me, on me\n  He'd WhatsApp call me, call me with a\n  \"Wherefore are thou, true love?\"\n  He strikes again, ooh, he's a cursive kisser\n  He romanced on me, on me, on me\n  Romeo, oh no, I was a fool to love you, damn\n  Juliet must run, (Juliet) Juliet must vanish\n  Damn it, cut him off savage, he must be banished\n  The WhatsApp Shakespeare Killer\n\n  Run, Juliet, run, Juliet, run, silence all notifications\n  Forward this text to at least ten people, please\n  Thy words I plead from thy tongue, his weapons of mass seduction\n  My midsummer night nightmare, don't end up like me\n\n  He's still out there, Romeo Fraud\n  He's a 6'2\" sick mother-, five months minimum recovery\n  From a sweet lie to the all-out Shakespearean voice-notery\n  Though I'd like to clarify, no one did die in the story\n  But I did inside, when I found out I was one of seven other leading ladies\n  Starring in the new romantic thriller\n\n  Presenting the WhatsApp Shakespeare Killer\n  Ooh, he's a cursive kisser (Romeo Fraud)\n  He'd WhatsApp call me (call me, call me with the) mm (wow)\n  Wherefore (ooh) art thou (mm), true love?\n  Oh (bam, bam, bam, bam, bam)\n  He would romance\n  Where once I lived in the palm of his hand\n  And at the time, how could I understand?\n  Why now I ask you to forward this message\n  Or face seven months' sadness\n\n  You better run\n  Stick it to the man\n  You better run while you can\n  Fact, your Uber's outside\n  Must learn the art of airtime\n  You never must reply\n  You must escape the clutches of this Fake Prince Charming\n  A.k.a. the WhatsApp Shakespeare, darling, dun-dun, dun-dun-dun\n"}]