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Jun 2011
and the warlords!

we walk here we walk there
we do this and do that
we sleep we fornicate

it doesn't feel like it means a thing

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we meet we touch we

pretend to care

we part we cry and

it doesn't mean a thing

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the warlords!

we

the slaves

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it doesn't feel like it means a thing
Written by
jeffrey robin
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