.La tête posée sur une bouteille de Trou Noir>
Je remonte sans cesse le comptoir de mes rêves
Et là je me stoppe... et je regarde
Tellement de gens différents,
Des pas marrants aux pas mariés,
Aux marins qui n'aiment pas ramer>
Aux marins qui n'aiment pas ramer>
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