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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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