| Who controls the past controls the future
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| Who controls the present controls the past
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| You see I grew up where the war zone blew up
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| My view of the statue
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| Where they chewed up what the news done threw up
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| And the tube done flashed you
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| Like a tuba wraps you in a tune that has you marching
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| I was that dude who you knew from the start
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| Wouldn’t give into moods with his heart darkened
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| Flash back to the first attack I had a matchbook in my hand
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| I had to stash that in the woods
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| So that we could trap that good again
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| I mean that fire again
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| At night we’d thaw around the only light without a firing pin
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| Desire was our only way to fight the law
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| Our quiet den
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| Def to rioting we left our smiles then
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| We’d get right back to filing in line for bread
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| And iron men how kind of them to remind us
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| Of the truth about our future
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| With a mind so fed their eyes go dead
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| Till our heads our where their boots are
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| Singing
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| Ignorance is strength
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| Freedom is slavery
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| War is peace
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| It’s all they ever gave to me
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| Ignorance is strength
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| Freedom is slavery
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| War is peace
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| It’s all they ever gave to me
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| It’s all they ever gave to me
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| I swear they’ll make a slave of me
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| Before I’ll ever show them that I care
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| And the hate in me I bare for the sake that they will never be aware
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| Of the love that two can make when no ones there
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| No ones there
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| Who controls the past controls the future
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| Who controls the present controls the past
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| Who controls the past controls the future
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| Who controls the present controls the past
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| Want to make us tumble down like lumber
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| Want to make an urn of our sacred woods
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| They want to see us cut down from our highest place
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| And then burnt for the greater good
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| But we made in a moment
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| What they never broke in a decade of raids
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| And we gave no emotion
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| For those who had shown became decadent slaves
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| So we headed back to this cave
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| Where they say where soon to be found
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| Had to paint for you with these tools we made
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| Communication was down
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| I say communication was down
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| We used the rays of the sun
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| We used the face of the moon cooling the day that is done
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| And we made for you these inscriptions
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| From the eyes yet to have seen
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| A day of truth outside our minds
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| Outside the lines of our dreams
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| Outside the crimes of our brothers
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| Of what two lovers hide in these trees
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| Yes its hard to find in each other why we wind the clock at thirteen
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| Ignorance is strength
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| Freedom is slavery
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| War is peace
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| It’s all they ever gave to me
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| Ignorance is strength
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| Freedom is slavery
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| War is peace
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| It’s all they ever gave to me
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| It’s all they ever gave to me
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| I swear they’ll make a slave of me
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| Before I’ll ever show them that I care
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| And the hate in me I bare for the sake that they will never be aware
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| Of the love that two can make when no ones there
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| No ones there
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| Who controls the past controls the future
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| Who controls the present controls the past
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| Who controls the past controls the future
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| Who controls the present controls the past |