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I wasn't born in Missouri
I'm not from Oklahoma City
I grew up in the 9-5 in Cergy Cergy
My little paradise
My sweet rotten suburb
In the corner, it's the Oise that flows, friend
Not the Danube, nor the Mississippi
Here it's Cergy... Cergy
Squeeze me a melody
In a way of nostalgia, nostalgia
The city where I grew up
I love it as much as I cursed it
Even though they repainted the walls of the station gray
They razed the Croix p'tit district
Boy, give me a tune
Bitumen flower not dandelion
The confusion a little gloomy
Little tricks to kill the boredom
The teuteu in duty free
Unfortunately the shnouf too
But hey, it takes more than that to spoil the picture
Annes Pento
Zoubis my friends
Winner, loser, jobber, unemployed and rabble-rouser
My dear friends are all in my shoes
At 6 Grand Place, I arrived
I swapped the fields, the chickens and the milk cows
For Auchan life, the security guards and the chickens
The exhaust pipes
And it's without regrets
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The Osny prison
The psychiatric center, if you have other worries
At the PMU, slap in your RMI
At the Parc de la Prf, if you don't have friends; moutahli
Above all, don't change melodies
Starter, bomber or teddy parades
At the St Martin fair, cook the fried herring
Make your big mouth and you will pay the price
Of course, girls can make you dizzy
My first love from Eragny
The big crush, the girl is pretty
But the wheel turns as in Dynasty
What a beautiful view of Butte Juju
From here you dominate the valley like Gargantua
A respite of gentleness in a world of brutes
The calm at the height before the great fall
Slap in guardav', tec' and pav' neighborhoods
My city oozes routine and pillave
Not enough to make a novel out of it
Just a little trip from time to time time
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