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it's been a long eight years
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and still no end in sight
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to the paranoia and stagnation
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our worst fears taking flight
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over the atlantic
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in the frozen darkness before dawn
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and they never saw it coming
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so now our protagonist is gone
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and still we never question why
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and when we do there's no reply
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from the ones who have it all
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an outdated necessity
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to keep our country free
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too bad we're fresh out of enemies
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see how we look down our noses at other nations
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who try to keep their best for last
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while we've got silos full of the good stuff
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whose usefullness has passed
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with a hearty handshake and a gun to the dome
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we'll get NATO to condone
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our peacekeeping missions of cold war nostalgia
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with nuclear back-up
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will it ever end?
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this thermonuclear nightmare
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disarm now
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what will it take?
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to wrest the power and control from the hands of a jaded few
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bittercold warriors
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and overzealous situation-room patriots
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might take it into his own hands
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to rekindle that old flame
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LAME DUCK ARSENAL
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Good Riddance |