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Why, detective Ryan,
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I never figured you for a believer.
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All I know is, my father's cousin Raymond
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left this party in Jersey one night.
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He's driving back to Queens, and bam!
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Blinding bright light comes down from the sky,
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next thing he knows, it's morning,
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he's on the side of the Jersey turnpike.
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Let me guess. No memory of what happened.
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That is not called an alien abduction.
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That is called a hangover.
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Maybe.