It's 1984, it's always the same
They will go everywhere
they'll know everything
You'll be ink on paper
Open to the world
And your friends will wonder
Who you really are
So you run and hide
From the thing inside
No time to be True
And you think and lie
Inside you die
With the rest in the Pew
You look for the shade
But the spotlight finds you,
You point your fingers at me,
Like I'm to blame
I'm just speaking the words
That trigger your pain
It's not my judgement
Thats keeping you here
You've got a secret
You gotta keep it
Don't let no one in
You got a judgement
It's gotten between us
Now I can't get in
Now I can't get in
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