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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 could slip away

A home is a heartache, they tell me
Come in, leave your shoes at the door
The phone never rings quite on time here
The paint is a dried pool on the floor

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

At home there's a fire you've left burning
The frosted designs outline the pane
And the cold winter nights keep on turning
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