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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