| For me, this night is illegal. |
| I write - at night there are more topics.
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| I grab the dial of my phone and dial the eternal 07.
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| Hello girl! |
| What is your name? |
| Tom.!
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| Seventy-two! |
| Waiting, breathless!
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| It can't be, repeat, I'm sure - at home!
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| Ah, they've already answered... Well, hello, it's me!
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| This night is illegal for me. |
| I'm not sleeping, I'm screaming - hurry up!
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| Why do they offer my loved ones on credit, on a coupon?
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| Young woman! |
| Listen! |
| Seventy-two!
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| I can't wait, and my watch is standing.
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| To hell with all the lines, I'm leaving tomorrow!
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| Ah, they've already answered... Well, hello, it's me!
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| The phone is like an icon for me, the phone book is a triptych,
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| The telephonist became Madonna, shortening distances for a moment.
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| Girl, honey! |
| I ask you to continue!
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| Now you are like an angel - don't leave the altar!
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| The most important thing is ahead, understand
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| They have already answered ... Well, hello - it's me!
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| What, damage on the track again? |
| What, the relay is naughty with the cell?
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| Anyway, I'll wait, I agree to start every evening from scratch!
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| 07 hello! |
| Me again. |
| What do you want?
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| Not! |
| No longer needed. |
| We need the city of Magadan.
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| I give you my word that I won't call again.
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| Just a friend of one to find out how poor he is, there.
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| This night is illegal for me. |
| My nights are not for sleep.
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| And I will fall asleep - I will dream of the Madonna, she looks like someone.
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| Girl, listen! It's me again, Tom!
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| I can't wait, and my watch is standing.
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| Yes, me. |
| Of course it's me. |
| Yes, of course I'm at home!
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| - I'm calling. |
| Answer. |
| - Hello, it's me! |