It was an order

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I am not going to chase you around

Having pushed out all problems of my own

Every time I lifted you only to be let down

Love, love, love is it so worth it

Pain why the Hell keep pasting my worth

And you can keep thinking in closet corner

Not that I'm going to worry at all anymore

Done what is done and thinking it over

Holy shit slick hill

I'm writing down warriors

Never to fight in battle

Done command attention sir

Every time you ask

Right it was an order

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