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The Poor |
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At the end of the day you're another day older |
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And that's all you can say for the life of the poor |
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It's a struggle, it's a war |
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And there's nothing that anyone's giving |
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One more day, standing about, what is it for? |
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One day less to be living. |
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At the end of the day you're another day colder |
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And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill |
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And the righteous hurry past |
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They don't hear the little ones crying |
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And the winder is coming on fast, ready to kill |
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One day nearer to dying! |
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At the end of the day there's another day dawning |
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And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise |
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Like the waves crash on the sand |
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Like a storm that'll break any second |
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There's a hunger in the land |
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There's a reckoning still to be reckoned |
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And there's gonna be hell to pay |
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At the end of the day! |
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[The foreman and workers, including Fantine, emerge.] |
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Foreman |
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At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing |
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Sitting flat on your butt doesn't buy any bread |
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Workers |
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There are children back at home |
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And the children have got to be fed |
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And you're lucky to be in a job |
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And in a bed! |
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And we're counting our blessings! |
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Women |
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Have you seen how the foreman is fuming today? |
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With his terrible breath and his wandering hands? |
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It's because little Fantine won't give him his way |
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Take a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands! |
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And the boss, he never knows |
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That the foreman is always in heat |
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If Fantine doesn't look out |
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Watch how she goes |
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She'll be out on the street! |
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Workers |
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At the end of the day it's another day over |
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With enough in your pocket to last for a week |
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Pay the landlord pay the shop |
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Keep on grafting as long as you're able |
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Keep on grafting till you drop |
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Or it's back to the crumbs on the table |
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You've got to pay your way |
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At the end of the day! |
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Girl |
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What have we here, little innocent sister? |
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Come on Fantine, let's have all the news! |
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[She grabs the letter from Fantine.] |
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"Dear Fantine you must send us more money... |
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Your child needs a doctor... |
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There's no time to lose!" |
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Fantine |
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Give that letter to me |
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It is none of your business |
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With a husband at home |
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And a bit on the side |
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Is there anyone here |
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Who can swear before God |
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She has nothing to fear? |
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She has nothing to hide? |
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[They fight over the letter. Valjean rushes over to |
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break up the squabble.] |
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Valjean (as M. Madeleine) |
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What is this fighting all about? |
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Will someone tear these two apart? |
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This is a factory, not a circus! |
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Now come on ladies, settle down |
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I run a business of repute |
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I am the Mayor of this town |
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[To the foreman...] |
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I look to you to sort this out |
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And be as patient as you can--- |
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[He goes back into the factory.] |
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Foreman |
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Now someone say how this began! |
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Girl |
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At the end of the day she's the one who began it |
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There's a kid that she's hiding in some little town |
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There's a man she has to pay |
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You can guess how she picks up the extra |
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You can bet she's earning her keep sleeping around |
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And the boss wouldn't like it! |
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Fantine |
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Yes it's true there's a child |
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And the child is my daughter |
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And her father abandoned us leaving us flat |
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Now she lives with an innkeeper man and his wife |
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And I pay for the child |
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What's the matter with that?? |
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Women |
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At the end of the day she'll be nothing but trouble |
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And there's trouble for all when there's trouble for one |
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While we're earning our daily bread |
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She's the one with her hands in the butter |
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You must send the slut away |
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Or we're all gonna end in the gutter |
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And it's us who'll have to pay |
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At the end of the day! |
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Foreman |
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I might have known the bitch could bite |
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I might have known the cat had claws |
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I might have guessed your little secret |
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Ah, yes, the virtuous Fantine |
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Who keeps herself so pure and clean |
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You'd be the cause I had no doubt |
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Of any trouble hereabout |
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You play a virgin in the light |
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But need no urgin' in the night. |
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Girl |
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She's been laughing at you |
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While she's having her men |
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Women |
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She'll be nothing but trouble again and again |
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Workers |
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You must sack her today |
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Sack the girl today! |
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Foreman |
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Right my girl! |
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On your way |
