Death Of The Phone Call
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Death Of The Phone Call
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Un, deux
Un, deux, trois, quatre
Salut, j'suis un espadon
J’ai perdu mon téléphone
Par les champs de tournesols
Il devient un champignon
Un sait que les champignons
C’est inutile, c'est pas bon
Si tu as envie d'appeler
Le mieux de tous les espadons
Ooh
Salut, j'suis un espadon
J’ai perdu mon téléphone
Par les champs de tournesols
Il devient un champignon
Je m’inquiète pour tout le monde
Chaque garçon et chaque espadon
Qui ne peut pas savourer
La joie par coup de téléphone
Ooh
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