| 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 |