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Edited by CliffyWeevil29:
4/25/2016 5:45:10 AM
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I need you to insult me (again)
I'm tired. Tired me likes to screw with awake me. Awake me won't remember this in the morning. Awake me is insulted easier than tired me. Make awake me sad!
Edit: Last nights insults weren't very insulting. Let's try this again. I want to be triggered in the morning. Don't make me go to r/roastme for this.
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I bet somebody would describe being with you like this: A short man from Texas A man of the wild Thrown into combat Where bodies lie piled Hides his emotions His blood's running cold Just like his victories, His story unfolds Bright A white light If there'd be, Any glory in war Let it rest On men like him Dead men will never come back Crosses grow on anzio Where no soldiers sleep And where hell is six feet deep That death does wait There's no debate So charge and attack Going to hell and back A man of the 15th A man of can do Friends fall around him And yet he came through Let them fall face down If they must die Making it easier To say goodbye Bright A white light If there'd be, Any glory in war Let it rest On men like him Who went to hell and came back Crosses grow on anzio Where no soldiers sleep And where hell is six feet deep That death does wait There's no debate So charge and attack Going to hell and back Oh gather round me And listen while I speak Of a war Where hell is six feet deep And all along the shore Where cannons still roar They're haunting my dreams They're still there when I sleep Crosses grow on anzio Where no soldiers sleep And where hell is six feet deep That death does wait There's no debate So charge and attack Going to hell and back
