I wrote this song in quarantine
On a deadly virus of positivity
They had no other option but to lock me down
I was a national hazard just walking around

A passer-by found me one morning
Sitting by the tram stop, smiling
She had good intentions, did what she had to do
I was a national hazard thinking life was good

And talking to strangers
Talking to strangers
Thank God I'm cured

Now I'm healed from that rare disease
Into another grey creature filling the streets
Forming queues and waiting in lines
Standing in an escalator for the rest of my life

And not talking to strangers
Not talking to strangers
Thank God I'm cured

Lyrics submitted by Flintyfoxy

Quarantine song meanings
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