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(Hofstede)I have been waiting for hours in this trainAnd I'm riding through Brussels in the rainBack to Paris more or less confusedBy the shadows of tractors on the landBy the changes in my life I pretendThere's a new life waiting there for meI asked myself what sort of books I'd readIn a train if I ever felt the needI bought "My life with Picasso"I think of so many things I like to doI will go to the Centre PompidouThere's a still-life part of my life tooAdieu, adieu sweet bahnhofMy train of thoughts is leaving tonightNow like an arrow we're aimed at Gare du NordBetween backs of the houses streets like fjordsAnd the night falls over ParisSo I've come back to the Hotel d'AngleterreI lay down on a double bed and stareAt the ceiling what a feeling (to be back)Adieu, adieu sweet bahnhofMy train of thoughts is leavingTonight
(Hofstede)I have been waiting for hours in this trainAnd I'm riding through Brussels in the rainBack to Paris more or less confusedBy the shadows of tractors on the landBy the changes in my life I pretendThere's a new life waiting there for meI asked myself what sort of books I'd readIn a train if I ever felt the needI bought "My life with Picasso"I think of so many things I like to doI will go to the Centre PompidouThere's a still-life part of my life tooAdieu, adieu sweet bahnhofMy train of thoughts is leaving tonightNow like an arrow we're aimed at Gare du NordBetween backs of the houses streets like fjordsAnd the night falls over ParisSo I've come back to the Hotel d'AngleterreI lay down on a double bed and stareAt the ceiling what a feeling (to be back)Adieu, adieu sweet bahnhofMy train of thoughts is leavingTonight