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In this secret time, invading on our privacy |
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Unknowing we mime, we play for the ministry |
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The can film you in bed |
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Or when you take a bath |
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They can tape every cry |
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They can tape every laugh |
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They can turn you around so you won't know what's |
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Real by reel |
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Busy little bees recording everything you feel |
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On real by reel |
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Documented down like rats |
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They're catching up on every squeal |
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On real by reel |
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Real by reel by real by |
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In this hidden time, ignorance may help you to cope |
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Rehearsing for crimes, in government cinemascope |
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The can film you at work |
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Or when they let you play |
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They can tape what you think |
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They can tape what you say |
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They can't blur your I.D. so you won't know what's |
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Now I lay me down to sleep |
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Knowing that your lenses peep |
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Now I eat my daily bread |
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And into the tape spool I'll be fed |
