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| oh phone, you sing your ring so sweet in my ears | |
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| dear god its lovely, I love with you with the passion of a thousand fires. | |
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| rinnnngggg, but were not human, we cannot love. | |
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| says who, i promise gods not watching | |
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| but if we were to make love, you would melt me | |
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