There is a weapon in your eyes
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Snowman's camp is rolling
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The sun is the star
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My universe is full of alcohol
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My glass is almost sparkling
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The sound of the breeze is the flame and it is lost
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Somanké little zooizo has healthy skin
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Somanké column helmet stuck
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When my uncle dies, the snowman is gone
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The westerner did not escape
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Until we go to the east of the band
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Take the life of our family
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It's time to talk about how many children are gone
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The west side of the tower survives
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Until then, we will go to the east of the band
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Kill the youth
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It's a little dry, it's a little sweet
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Me dann quin la shop king rest ater
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A short steering wheel is a short knife and a short gun
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The court sent you to prison
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Yes, there is death in your glass
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If the edge of the sidewalk is dry
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It's a little short and a little short
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In the corner of the shop, the king rests on the ground
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In your glass a heart is crying
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Without the ton of snow on Rome, it's cool
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The sun is the star
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My paradise is always full of alcohol
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My glass is almost sparkling
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He wants my mind to hurt
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Somanké little bird flew away
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Somanké column fine krévé
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The neighbor's grandmother was injured and many people were gone |
Fight pistol dispute poisoned
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Until we go east, we will poison people here
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Fédiver dann newspaper amount of fine ink spilled
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The murder is a violation of the correctional court of assizes
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Until then, we will go to the east of the band
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The shine lives us all here
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Words and music: Thierry GAULIRIS |