In the evening rush she takes her seat by the window
And when she lights up nobody speaks
They adjust their clothes
She sits on the train from 5:15 to 5:50
It's always the same, the way, she says, they look at me
From Saturday to Saturday
Contact unclean, lock me up in quarantine
Bathed in the blue wash of a TV screen
Surfing served up dreams
To the happy glow of the burger bar
Watching the passing cars
From Saturday to Saturday
Contact unclean, lock me up in quarantine
Contact, I'm unclean, lock me up in quarantine
Quarantine, quarantine, all our lives we've been in quarantine
Quarantine, quarantine, all our lives we've been in quarantine
Quarantine, quarantine, all our lives we've been in quarantine
Quarantine, quarantine, all our lives we've been in quarantine

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