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Idle hands


Crazy times call for crazy measures Sitting at home looking for treasure Can't go out, don't want to stay in Feeling like I've turned to a life full of sin Evading the public, persuading the public Wishing Corona would leave the public Alone. Tired of having nothing to do Tired of skating around the blues Tired of staying inside my home Wishing we could just go and roam The world Will things get better? Will people see the pleasure In staying home together? Probably not
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