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Home Alone 4Gently my eyelids closeI'd rather be good than clever I'd rather have all facts wrong Than no reply whatever I learned before I could speak With those "being patient eyes" When God created my kind But he forgot to tell me why So gently my eyelids close All alone, at home I sit I'm very tired of it Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad I lost the thread I thought I had Led by hearts and ears Memory lagging behind No shame being a fool I got many things on my mind Pick up the phone on first ring I never get out anymore There's nowhere to go, but back And there's quicksand outside my door So gently my eyelids close All alone, at home I sit I'm very tired of it Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad I lost the thread I thought I had... I lost it, I lost it, yeah Is that a shadow or a hole in the floor? And what's that noise outside my door? Home alone, on my own... All alone, at home I sit I'm very tired of it Burn the midnight oil or pour it on my salad I lost the thread I thought I had ... |