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Quarantine, keep your hands to yourself Keep your people awake and your self on the shelf Quarantine, when the kids are at home And the ugly people won't leave me alone Slow me down, paraded around, paraded around Blow me down, paraded around, paraded around Slow me down, paraded around, paraded around Blow me down, paraded around, paraded around Some will argue we've been too lost, too long There's no patience left to trust in I would argue every single final way to live Is fine without your country Should've never bottled it up... When the way is awake, let all the animals hear us And the moon lights the way... Fly! Quarantine, keep your hands to yourself Keep your ugly people on the way down There must have been another reason Keep the kids inside Wash away the beast of burden Fuck the question 'why' From Letras Mania