It was in the moment,
Of the universal, stinging sense of cold,
That we felt communion,
And in this feeling,
I was moved.

I've been bad,
Too fantastically to punish.
And I've been great,
Too rarely, to be punished for this.

We fought on the rooftops,
And we fought in Jeff's Garden's,
We fought for a penny,
We fought, we fought.

I've been bad,
Too fantastically to punish.
And I've been great,
Too rarely, to be punished for this.

I've been called a liar,
And I've come to enjoy, it.
And I've been called so many things,
That I've come to enjoy.

I've been bad,
Too fantastically to punish.
And I've been great,
Too rarely, to be punished for this.


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