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Good evening, dear inspector |
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Lovely evening, my dear. |
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I know this man, my friends |
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His name is Inspector Javert |
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So don't believe a word he says |
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'Cause none of it's true |
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This only goes to show |
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What little people can do! |
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And little people know |
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When little people fight |
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We may look easy pickings |
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But we've got some bite |
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So never kick a dog |
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Because he's just a pup |
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We'll fight like twenty armies |
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And we won't give up |
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So you'd better run for cover |
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When the pup grows up! |
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Bravo, little Gavroche, you're the top of the class! |
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So what are we going to do |
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With this snake in the grass? |
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Tie this man and take him |
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To the tavern in there |
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The people will decide your fate |
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Inspector Javert! |
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Take the bastard now and shoot him! |
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Let us watch the devil dance |
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You'd have done the same Inspector |
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If we'd let you have your chance! |
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Shoot me now or shoot me later |
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Every schoolboy to his sport |
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Death to each and every traitor |
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I renounce your people's court! |
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Though we may not all survive here |
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There are things that never die |
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What's the difference? Die a schoolboy |
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Die a policeman die a spy! |
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Take this man, bring him through |
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There is work we have to do! |
