Our Private Pads

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Lost an hour to the devil, never got it back.
That virus gonna give me a stress attack.

Pandemic panic bout to drive us all mad.
Confined to the confines of our private pads.

Blocking out the wind, cutting out the germs.
Everything's cancelled, hotels got burned.

Gone are the good times and memories.
Maybe just for now, temporarily.


GC
FD7Am

Wash your hands.
Cover your sneeze, please.
Wash your hands.
Cover your sneeze, please.


Look at the stars, listen to some disco.
Watch some movies, check out a few shows.

Get some sun, let it burn your skin.
Before we freak out and everyone goes in.

Do what you want, don't need an event.
A ticket booth or hospitality tent.

Won't catch nothing while driving the road.
Windows down, crank the radio.