the thought police now rule our world
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and in our faces lies get hurled <i>[x2]
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they set up telescreens
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no corner out of sight
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they feed you happiness
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but something isn't right
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can't trust anyone
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with thoughts you'd like to tell
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no escping this dark hell
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and our lives grow cold
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in their eyes we're proles <i>[x2]
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the ministries have made their call
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our enemies at last will fall <i>[x2]
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they tell you war is peace
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and two and two make five
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freedom is slavery
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you need them to survive
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they got the watchers
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that list all that you tell
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in 1984 you're theirs to sell
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the truth is everywhere
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it's changing everyday
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they'll dictate what to think
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be careful what you say
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no proof of what is real
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no place where you can hide
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when they come for you
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and lock you up inside
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