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Slowly back East
Evenings may vary.
But my tanks take care of me.
I shift them both 180 degrees,
Usually they know it means one of two things.
It's time to clean or secure.
But for some reason, one breaks my order.
Slowly shifting towards east, his platoon knows something wrong.
Slowly cause he doesn't wanna raise the heat.
Cause if one sees him too undone,
That's one to not be seen.
Unfortunately a time comes where two has to go back to zero.
Not cause it's time to sleep, not trust me.
They still do protect me after these.
One stays at 90 regardless of what I say.
While I appreciate it, you gotta understand what I'm saying cause I'm done, no more cold ones. It's freezing and I can't take no more. Just turn off.
Just a twist of a **** I wish.
We'll continue our routine tomorrow...
Charlie One: 0° E Hotel Two: At ease. You've done enough for me.
More entendres than you could see...choose which one you think I'm speaking of.
Like Tyler Joseph said "A kitchen sink to you is not a kitchen sink to me...okay friend?"
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