| When the gray shadows creep
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| And the world is asleep
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| In the still of the night
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| Baby climbs down a flight
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| First she looks all around
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| Without making a sound
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| Then baby toddles up to the telephone
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| And whispers in a baby tone
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| «Hello, Central, give me No Man’s Land
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| My Daddy’s there, my Mama told me;
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| She tip-toed off to bed
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| After my prayers were said;
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| Don’t ring when you get the number
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| Or you’ll disturb Mama’s slumber
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| I’m afraid to stand here at the 'phone
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| 'Cause I’m alone
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| So won’t you hurry;
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| I want to know why Mama starts to weep
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| When I say, 'Now I lay me down to sleep'
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| Hello, Central, give me No Man’s Land"
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| «Hello, Central, give me No Man’s Land
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| My Daddy’s there, my Mama told me;
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| She tip-toed off to bed
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| After my prayers were said;
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| Don’t ring when you get the number
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| Or you’ll disturb Mama’s slumber
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| I’m afraid to stand here at the 'phone
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| 'Cause I’m alone
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| So won’t you hurry;
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| I want to know why Mama starts to weep
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| When I say, 'Now I lay me down to sleep'
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| Hello, Central, give me No Man’s Land" |