| Sitting here in my dressing gown
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| In my socks by the brass surround
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| Where the fire flickers flames
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| Outside I can hear the rain
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| Glass of wine by the reading lamp
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| Signing letters and licking stamps
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| I’m at home a quiet night
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| One more letter left to write
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| Nibbling on a mature cheese
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| Cracker crumbs fall around me
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| The fire sparks unexpected flames
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| Voices walk in a constant rain
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| In the bookcase I find a book
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| Never read must have overlooked
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| I’m at home a secret night
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| By the fire of the flickering light
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| Time to sleep when another yawn
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| Looks out to see a flooded lawn
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| As I stretch I can feel my chin
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| Expanding faces as I turn in
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| Pulling the pillow under my head
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| I turn the light out beside my bed
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| I’m at home a lazy night
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| Not a girl for me in sight
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| Only a mirror to talk to
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| Only a letter to write
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| Home of the brave and the lonely
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| Home for a one way goodnight |