Quarantined

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[Verse 1]
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Wash my hands,  I don't touch my 
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face,  I stay at home,  Shelter in
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 place,
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Social distance,  Don't go to 
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work,    I wear a mask, & gloves,
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  & stay away from church.

[Verse 2]
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I avoid old folks,  And should I 
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sneeze,  I do it in my elbow,  Or 
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up my sleeve,
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Six feet apart,  That is the rule, 
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   And I pray for the day, the 
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kids can go back to school.

[Chorus 1]
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I'm washing my hands,  Like a racoon
 with OCD,
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I've watched Hulu, Roku, Netflix,  
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PBS and the BBC,
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I've taken down all my mirrors,  
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And I'm,  Sick of what I see . . .
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Two more weeks of quarantine will 
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be the death of me.   (The death
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 of me . . . )

[Verse 3]
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I risk a trip,  To the grocery 
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store,  To buy T.P.  And a few 
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things more,
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But when I get there,  All I can 
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find,     Is sixteen Honey Buns 
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and some Mad Dog wine.

[Chorus 2]
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I'm washing my hands,  Like a racoon
 with OCD,
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I've watched Hulu, Roku, Netflix,  
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 PBS and the BBC,
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I've taken down all my mirrors, 
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'Cause I'm sick of what I see . . .
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Yeah two more weeks of this 
quarantine is gonna be the death of 
me.   (The death of me . . . )

[Otro]
'spoken'
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You know they say this is war, No we
 don't have to storm Omaha Beach or 
Porkchop Hill,
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Ha, We just lay here on the couch, 
and watch T.V.
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“Whew, I'd rather volunteer for a 
high risk comando raid to parachute 
into Wuhan and find
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that little fellow that ordered that
 bat soup.
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I know what I'm talking about in my 
head, Saying crazy stuff over and 
over like, “Yes Dear, Yes Dear.”
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At breakfast I meant to say “Honey 
please pass me the pepper” but what 
slipped out was
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“You Crazy Woman You've Ruined My 
Life.”  Hehe.
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Of course I immediately appologised,
  Ha,   As soon as I regained 
consiousness.