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Like a gatekeeper, an eternal guardian sworn to CS:GO, he waits, He waits for you to challenge him. Which is ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ awesome.
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╚═(███)═╝..By th3 gr3at
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..╚═(███)═╝...Y0u ar3 n0w scarr3d f0r
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You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas
You can tell your dog to bite my leg
Or tell your brother Cliff whose fist can can tell my lip
He never really liked me anyway
Or tell your Aunt Louise tell anything you please
Myself already knows I'm not okay
Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind
It might be walking out on me today
Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart...
[guitar]
Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart...
Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart...
You can tell the world you never was my girl
You can burn my clothes when I'm gone
Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been
And laugh and joke about me on the phone
You can tell my arms go back to the farm
You can tell my feet to hit the floor
Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips
They won't be reaching out for you no more
But don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart
I just don't think he'd understand
And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart
He might blow up and kill this man