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bétadine il les faisait tremper Il attirait les regards jouasses Car il avait des agrafes plein les boulasses Son histoire, contée par les anciens Prévenait
un vent frais sur les boulasses un soir d'avril Roméo Elvis, bonsoir (bonsoir) Alors, ça rock? Ouais, 'fin, après moi c'est plus le rap, hein, de
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