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I wrote this song in quarantineOn a deadly virus of positivityThey had no other option but to lock me downI was a national hazard just walking aroundA passer-by found me one morningSitting by the tram stop, smilingShe had good intentions, did what she had to doI was a national hazard thinking life was goodAnd talking to strangersTalking to strangersThank God I'm curedNow I'm healed from that rare diseaseInto another grey creature filling the streetsForming queues and waiting in linesStanding in an escalator for the rest of my lifeAnd not talking to strangersNot talking to strangersThank God I'm cured Aus Songtexte Mania