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Gently my eyelids close, I'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 & ears - memory lagging behind

No shame being a fool, I got many things on my
mind

Pick up the phone on first riiiing - 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.. And all alone...