| Hello, Central, Hello, hurry, Give me four-
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| Oh-three; | 
| Hello, Mary, Hello, Jerry, Yes, yes, this is me! | 
| Just landed at the
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| pier And found the telephone, We’ve been parted for a year, Thank God,
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| at last I’m home! | 
| Haven’t time to talk a lot, Though I’m feeling mighty gay;
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| Listen, sweet forget-me-not, I’ve only time to say:
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| All of No Man’s Land is ours, dear, Now I have come back home to you,
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| My honey true, Wedding bells in Junie-June All will tell by the tunie-tune,
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| The victory’s won, the war is over, The whole wide world is wreathed in clover!
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| Then, hand-in-hand we’ll stroll through life, dear. | 
| Just think how happy we
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| will be, I mean, we three, We’ll pick a bungalow among the fragrant boughs,
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| And spend our honeymoon with the blooming flowers
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| All of No Man’s Land is ours
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| All of No Man’s Land is ours, dear
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| Now I have come back home to you
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| My honey true
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| Joyfull bells in Junie-June
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| All will tell by the tunie-tune
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| The victory’s won, the war is over
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| The whole wide world is wreathed in clover!
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| All of No Man’s Land is ours |