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Big Brother watches us, down on the ground, Doing what we are told, not making a sound. We listen, follow commands, its our nature, No other lifestyle that we know. Telescreens looking close, that's the game, 
Orwell would be proud- grey worlds encompassing grey people, bent down by their great oppressor. And though their eyes lay blank and glossy from broken wills, their masters are
Welcome every boy and girl To this arbitrary world Watch what you say and who you meet You never know who is lurking on the street   You know somebody is watching They know right where you come from
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