Surviving lockdown

Surviving lockdown March was the start Closing down cities Families living apart Surviving lockdown That’s what I’m doing Surviving shopping Queuing and queuing Surviving lockdown Out of bed at six or seven Days are all the same Not what I’d call livin’ Surviving lockdown Trying to remember the date Is it Saturday or Sunday? Feeling like a prison inmate Surviving lockdown Finding something to do Baking bread or anything Just to get through Surviving lockdown Till they find a cure Surviving lockdown I’ll need to endure Surviving lockdown Now it’s July Feeling so lucky When so many die Surviving lockdown It’ll end one day And all back to normal Well, that’s what they say.

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