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Quarantined is what I am, Sitting here, waiting, urging on the dam, This is a mistake, a futile scam, Quarantined is what I am. ~ Quarantined, this is me, Standing here for all to see, I wish I could hide and run and flee, Quarantined, this is me. ~ Quarantined, I am still here, Exausted, quiet, but still not clear, I have not yet shed a tear, Quarantined, I am still here. ~ Quarantined, get me out! I will scream and kick and shout! I feel as though I will have a black-out, Quarantined, get me out! ~ Quarantined, I am no more, They type in the code and unlock the door, I feel healthy to the core, Sitting there for weeks of four, Quarantined, I am no more. ~ Quarantined, my Love is now, I want back in, let me in somehow! I want him out, I want him now! Quarantined, my Love is now. ~ Quarantined, with hands upon glass. I cannot win, I cannot surpass, Your eyes stare at me, green as the greenest grass, Quarantined, with hands upon glass. ~ Quarantined, he is to me, They drag me away from his lifeless body, I do not look, This is too much to see, Quarantined, he is to me.
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
Quarantined
Quarantined is what I am, Sitting here, waiting, urging on the dam, This is a mistake, a futile scam, Quarantined is what I am. ~ Quarantined, this is me, Standing here for all to see, I wish I could hide and run and flee, Quarantined, this is me. ~ Quarantined, I am still here, Exausted, quiet, but still not clear, I have not yet shed a tear, Quarantined, I am still here. ~ Quarantined, get me out! I will scream and kick and shout! I feel as though I will have a black-out, Quarantined, get me out! ~ Quarantined, I am no more, They type in the code and unlock the door, I feel healthy to the core, Sitting there for weeks of four, Quarantined, I am no more. ~ Quarantined, my Love is now, I want back in, let me in somehow! I want him out, I want him now! Quarantined, my Love is now. ~ Quarantined, with hands upon glass. I cannot win, I cannot surpass, Your eyes stare at me, green as the greenest grass, Quarantined, with hands upon glass. ~ Quarantined, he is to me, They drag me away from his lifeless body, I do not look, This is too much to see, Quarantined, he is to me.
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
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