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My Good Friend Paul

I saw a deranged man in the hall
Sucking on an orange straw
He said hello to me
I said hi as nice as could be
His hair looked like fire
I was getting tired
I said I'm going to bed
He was nodding his head
Singing aloud
I've been living on a cloud

I laughed then I cried
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