He sits alone at the table every day
He walks alone through the town at night
He thinks about the stories he has told
He never thought that he could get this old
But it’s all over now
Life will never be like 1984
No one wants to hear his stories anymore
Life will never be like 1984
And he remembers every day
They don’t even seem so far away
And he remembers his first girl
She looked so fine – he couldn’t talk to her
But it’s all over now
Life will never be like 1984
No one wants to hear his stories anymore
Life will never be like 1984
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