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They call us when things are bad. When no one else can help. When all their ways have failed. When life is over. They release us. When war is inevitable. When the enemy was won. When all is lost. They force us to help. When they can't help themselves. When bad does more than good. When plans fall to the ground. They call us the bad guys. Well we are bad. But not evil. We have honour among thief's. Who are we? The last option. The one who are thrown under the bus. The Suicide Squad.
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
The Last Option
They call us when things are bad. When no one else can help. When all their ways have failed. When life is over. They release us. When war is inevitable. When the enemy was won. When all is lost. They force us to help. When they can't help themselves. When bad does more than good. When plans fall to the ground. They call us the bad guys. Well we are bad. But not evil. We have honour among thief's. Who are we? The last option. The one who are thrown under the bus. The Suicide Squad.
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Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
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