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The idea for this song came to me while waiting in an endless line at
immigration in England. There were people from all over the world
around me, all patiently waiting. I could see the rainy pale grey sky
through a window on the other side and i couldn't help but wonder what
I had, what everybody had come here for. I was coming from Africa and
had just seen, first hand, the mess the European colonial regimes left
there. I was on my way home to America, the most powerful nation on
earth today. Bush and Cheney were still running the show.
Thieves, all of them.
11:16 PM
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