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At Notre Dame the sections are prepared! |
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At rue de Bac they're straining at the leash! |
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Students, workers, everyone |
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There's a river on the run |
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Like the flowing of the tide |
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Paris coming to our side! |
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The time is near |
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So near it's stirring the blood in their veins! |
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And yet beware |
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Don't let the wine go to your brains! |
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We need a sign |
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To rally the people |
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To call them to arms |
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To bring them in line! |
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Marius, wake up! |
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What's wrong today? |
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You look as if you've seen a ghost. |
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Some wine and say what's going on! |
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A ghost you say, a ghost maybe |
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She was just like a ghost to me |
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One minute there, and she was gone! |
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I am agog! |
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I am aghast! |
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Is Marius in love at last? |
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I've never heard him 'ooh' and 'aah' |
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You talk of battles to be won |
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And here he comes like Don Juan |
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It's better than an opera! |
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It is time for us all |
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To decide who we are |
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Do we fight for the right |
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To a night at the opera now? |
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Have you asked of yourselves |
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What's the price you might pay? |
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Is it simply a game |
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For rich young boys to play? |
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The color of the world |
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Is changing day by day |
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Red: the blood of angry men! |
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Black: the dark of ages past! |
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Red: a world about to dawn! |
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Black: the night that ends at last! |
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Had you seen her today |
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You might know how it feels |
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To be struck to the bone |
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In a moment of breathless delight! |
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Had you been there today |
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You might also have known |
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How the world may be changed |
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In just one burst of light! |
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And what was right seems wrong |
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And what was wrong seems right! |
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Red: I feel my soul on fire! |
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Black: My world if she's not there! |
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Red: The color of desire! |
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Black: The color of despair! |
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Marius, you're no longer a child |
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I do not doubt you mean it well |
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But now there is a higher call. |
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Who cares about your lonely soul? |
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We strive toward a larger goal |
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Our little lives don't count at all! |
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Red: the blood of angry men! |
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Black: the dark of ages past! |
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Red: a world about to dawn! |
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Black: the night that ends at last! |
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Listen everybody! |
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General Lamarque is dead! |
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Lamarque! His death is the hour of fate. |
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The people's man. |
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His death is the sign we await! |
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On his funeral day they will honor his name. |
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With the light of rebellion ablaze in their eyes |
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With their candles of grief we will kindle our flame |
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On the tomb of Lamarque shall our barricade rise |
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The time is here! |
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Let us welcome it gladly with courage and cheer |
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Let us take to the streets with no doubt in our hearts |
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But a jubilant shout |
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They will come one and all |
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They will come when we call! |