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Alone for a while with myself
I feel so at home in the shade
Alone for the first time in my head
I feel so at ease there instead

Maybe I should leave my home
Maybe I should slip away
A home is a heartache, they tell me
Come in‚ leave your shoes at the door
The phone never rings‚ but [I'm tired?]
The [papers?] are [?] on the floor

Maybe I could finish this
Turn my back and walk away
Maybe I could slip away

If home is a fire you've left burning
Where the frosty designs outline the pane/pain
And the cold winter nights keep on churning
Stealing memories of sunshine and of rain

Maybe I could break this down Turn around and face the day
Maybe I could slip away


Alone for a while with myself
I feel so at home in the shade
Alone for the first time in my head
I feel so at ease there instead

Maybe I should leave my home
Maybe I could slip away