I went out in my pajamas
But came back for my parka
It's very cold today
And since I was young
I've had a thing for sitting
Bundled up out in the cold
In the sun for an hour or two
I can be perfectly warm
Inside with a book when
Some strange longing
Pulls me out into the cold
It's like sitting in the fire
Of heartlessness and scorn
With only my angel to keep me warm
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