We got no razor blades, we got no victory gin
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I got no tiny alcove to hide myself in
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To say things weren't good would not be an untruth
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But I just met a girl from the anti-sex youth
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We get up in the morning for physical jerks
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We might pass in the hall as we're going to work
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I have found us a place where there's no telescreen
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And there's no hidden mikes and it's not too unclean
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While the high remain high
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and the middle change places
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The low don't want to know they tell all with their faces
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She might sit afront of me for the two minutes hate
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I might see her again if it's not already too late
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So they will take the book away from me
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So let them catch me talking in my sleep
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I guess I never really understood the law
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So Winston Smith takes it on the jaw
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So let's do what we want, it makes no difference now
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When the thought police find us, we're dead anyhow
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Kick us out of the party and bust us to parole
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Then they'll stuff us both into a memory hole
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So let them haul me off to 101
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Public confessions of everything we've done
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Of everything I heard and everything I saw
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When Winston Smith takes it on the jaw
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Winston Smith Takes It On The Jaw
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| Utopia |
