| 1984 might be a good year
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| But it won’t be so good for you and me
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| They’ve already got us surrounded
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| There’s nothin' but disharmony
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| You don’t realize they got you categorized
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| So subtle it can’t be detected
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| They got a chain around your brain and you might as well be lame
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| It’s too late you’re already infected, ha
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| Universal love can be a good thing
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| If everybody stays on their own soil
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| It’s when everybody tries to get together
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| That’s when the blood begins to boil
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| Birds of a feather will always flock together
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| No matter what the situation
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| But when they tried to build the Tower of Babel
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| It turned out to be God’s damnation
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| It turned out to be God’s damnation
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| It turned out to be God’s damnation, hey
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| Though a man has walked in space
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| Sent a rocket up to the moon
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| We’re still no nearer to the stars
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| In fact we’re running out of room
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| Destruction is a black mushroom
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| (Mushroom)
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| Growing out of politician’s hands
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| (Oh yeah, yeah)
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| This government speaks about freedom
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| (Freedom)
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| But they bring nothing but destruction to the land
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| (Ow)
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| Absolute power corrupts absolutely
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| (Yeah)
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| We need decentralization
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| (What's that supposed to mean?)
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| Cut down the power and you’ll cut down the size
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| (That's right)
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| That’s our only salvation, whoa
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| Though a man has walked in space
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| Sent a rocket up to the moon
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| We’re still no nearer to the stars
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| In fact we’re running out of room
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| We’re living on a marble, we’re living on a marble
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| There go your feet, there go your knees
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| There go your hips, there go your waist
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| There go your elbows, your shoulders
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| There goes your heartbeat |