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And the telephones we made-
two tin cans and some wax and string.
And the fool you made of me,
telling jokes I was too short to reach.
And that bitter lemonade
you turned brand new with just a single sugar cube.
And all the promises we made-
the ones we broke, the one’s we hope will never break.
And the telephones we made-
two tin cans and some wax and string.
And the fool you made of me,
telling jokes I was too short to reach.
And that bitter lemonade
you turned brand new with just a single sugar cube.
And all the promises we made-
the ones we’ll keep, the one’s we hope will never break.
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