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My ParadisiacI think I'm paranoid. You give me the paras; The heebee-geebees. I want my paradise, My paradisiac - You make me paralytic.As well as paralexic And paraparetic; You're my Paris Angel. But this ain't no parable, It's just we're parallel Parked together. I'd commit parasuicide To be by your side. I admit it - I'm parasitic. And when we're past sixty And down with paraplegia, We'll survive with paramnesia. |
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