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Valjean |
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What have I done? |
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Sweet Jesus, what have I done? |
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Become a thief in the night |
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Become a dog on the run |
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And have I fallen so far |
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And is the hour so late |
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That nothing remains but the cry of my hate, |
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The cries in the dark that nobody hears, |
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Here where I stand at the turning of the years? |
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If there's another way to go |
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I missed it twenty long years ago |
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My life was a war that could never be won |
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They gave me a number and murdered Valjean |
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When they chained me and left me for dead |
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Just for stealing a mouthful of bread |
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Yet why did I allow that man |
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To touch my soul and teach me love? |
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He treated me like any other |
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He gave me his trust |
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He called me brother |
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My life he claims for God above |
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Can such things be? |
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For I had come to hate this world |
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This world which had always hated me |
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Take an eye for an eye! |
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Turn your heart into stone! |
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This is all I have lived for! |
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This is all I have known! |
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One word from him and I'd be back |
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Beneath the lash, upon the rack |
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Instead he offers me my freedom, |
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I feel my shame inside me like a knife |
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He told me that I have a soul, |
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How does he know? |
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What spirit came to move my life? |
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Is there another way to go? |
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I am reaching, but I fall |
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And the night is closing in |
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And I stare into the void |
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To the whirlpool of my sin |
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I'll escape now from the world |
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From the world of Jean Valjean |
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Jean Valjean is nothing now |
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Another story must begin! |
