When he went down to buy cigarettes
Jean-Pierre already knew he would never come back
He thought again about his whole life with Michelle
And then he finally turned the corner of the street

Michelle would have liked to see him grow in the company
But he couldn't see himself ending his days in marketing
With the exchange rates of the pound sterling in his coffee
And children who would look more and more like him

That's why, that Monday, he was leaving
That's why, that Monday, he was leaving

He knew that at eight o'clock, the table would be set
Next to his plate there would be his tranquilizers
If it took all that crap to be able to fall asleep
It wasn't worth being thirty years old

And then he would see what he would become
But he couldn't stand living like an old man already
The goal of his life wasn't to have a Swiss bank account one day
It wasn't money he lacked to be happy

That's why, that Monday, he was leaving
That's why, that Monday, he was leaving

He could still see the Brasserie des Trois Dauphins
Where his friends would wait for him tomorrow from noon to two
The crisis would lead to endless conversations again
But tomorrow at two, he would be far away

He also remembered the loving Michelle
The one who called him three times a day at work
It was true complicity, life was never serious
One of those happy periods that can't be found again

That's why, that Monday, he was leaving
That's why, that Monday, he was leaving

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