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'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice.

And when justice is gone, there's always force.

And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom!


So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.

In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms.

In your arms.

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.

Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms.

In your electronic arms.

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ahkond
Feb. 26th, 2006 04:14 pm (UTC)
Here come the planes.

They're American planes; made in America.

Smoking, or non-smoking?
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