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In the evening rush she takes her seat by the window, and when she lights up nobody speaks - they adjust their clothes. She sits on the train from 5.15 to 5.50; It's always the same: "The way," she says, "they look at me," from Saturday to Saturday.
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Contact unclean, lock me up in quarantine.
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Bathed in the blue wash of a TV screen, surfing served-up dreams, to the happy glow of the burger bar, watching the passing cars, from Saturday to Saturday.
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Contact unclean, lock me up in quarantine. Contact, I'm unclean, lock me up in quarantine.
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Quarantine, quarantine, all our lives we've been in quarantine.
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Quarantine, quarantine, all our lives we've been in quarantine.
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Quarantine, quarantine, all our lives we've been in quarantine.
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Quarantine, quarantine, all our lives we've been in quarantine.
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Quarantine
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