We didn't find any greenbacks there
But big ones
Thieves, dealers
Junk jewelry
There was nothing to write a freelance article about, you correct me
br/>There was a stove
Sometimes a plate of lentils
It was the station and its doors were wide open
Ask Juju, Jean, to Jo to Gilberte
When the bailiffs had done their job
That they love
There was Matabiau left
It was much better than an H.L.M
Oh Matabiau, oh Matabiau
It was the station for all those
Who were in trouble
Many undoubtedly preferred it to the hospital
She was there for some one Christmas night
They slept there better than at the hotel and better than at the Novotel
At the church you have to stop all the time ask for forgiveness
Here everyone says their prayers in their own way
We say our prayers or we eat
A bad sandwich
We say to heaven: here protected take care of us rich people
In Matabiau, in Matabiau
A train station in principle we don't stop there
Tourists here will tell you that wasn't the case
It is happened that travelers full of dreams
Delayed their departure in solidarity
At the picket line
We had a ticket in our heads, we took notice
At c 'let it not become like the other stations
And those who entered for five minutes
Buy a cigar
Most of them came out chatty
From Matabiau, from Matabiau
br/>It was better than a seaside resort:
Matabiau
It was my station, how am I exaggerating?
Matabiau
C It's a blue house!
With doors without locks
It was my station: what a caricature! Matabiau
Boys and girls separate there,
Matabiau
They cry even if it's for one evening,
Matabiau
They cry because it's a departure,
Matabiau
We laugh, we cry, that's all my station
Oh Matabiau, oh Matabiau
Oh Matabiau, oh Matabiau
Oh Matabiau, Matabiau my station
Oh Matabiau, Matabiau near the canal
Oh Matabiau, Matabiau the stopover
Oh Matabiau, Matabiau near the canal by Marengo

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