I would rather be at home
Feeling bitten stressful thoughts
I would rather be alone
And beware of quiet hopes
During long and empty days
I will drive an old machine
Wipe the dust off shabby seats
Uneven drops on pallid skin
Make a circle round the town
Going to a silent park
Hear the sounds of the night
Imagine that you`re still alive
I would rather be alone
Drawing patterns on the glass
Waiting for a coming storm
Dreaming of the constant fuss.
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