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CHORUS: |
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Ring out the bells upon this day of days! |
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May all the angels of the Lord above |
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In jubilation sing their songs of praise! |
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And crown this blessed time with peace and love |
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MAJOR DOMO: |
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The Baron and Baroness de Thenard wish to pay |
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their respects to the groom. |
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THENARDIER: |
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I forget, where we met |
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Was it not at the Chateau Lafarge? |
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Where the duke, did that puke |
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Down the Dutchess's de-coll-etage? |
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MARIUS: |
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No "Baron de Thenard" |
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The circles I move in are humbler by far. |
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Go away, Thenardier. |
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Do you think I don't know who you are? |
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MME. THENARDIER: |
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He's not fooled, told you so! |
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Show M'sieur what you've come here to show, |
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Tell the boy what you know! |
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MARIUS: |
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When I look at you, I remember Eponine |
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She was more than you deserved, who gave her birth |
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But now she is with God and happier, I hope |
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Than here on earth! |
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THENARDIER: |
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So it goes, heaven knows |
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Life has dealt me some terrible blows. |
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MME. THENARDIER: |
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You've got cash and a heart |
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You could give us a bit of a start |
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We can prove, plain as ink |
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Your bride's father is not what you think. |
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THENARDIER: |
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There's a tale I could tell |
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MME. THENARDIER: |
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Information we're willing to sell. |
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THENARDIER: |
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There's a man that he slew |
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I saw the corpse clear as I'm seeing you! |
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What I tell you is true! |
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MME. THENARDIER: |
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Pity to disturb you at a feast like this, |
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But five hundred francs surely wouldn't come amiss. |
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MARIUS: |
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In God's name say what you have to say. |
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THENARDIER: |
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But first, you pay! |
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What I saw, clear as light, |
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Jean Valjean in the sewers that night |
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Had this corpse, on his back |
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Hanging there like a bloody great sack |
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I was there, never fear |
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Even found me this fine souvenier |
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MARIUS: |
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I know this, this was mine! |
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This is surely some heavenly sign! |
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THENARDIER: |
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One thing more, mark this well, |
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It was the night that the barricades fell. |
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MARIUS: |
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Then it's true, then I'm right, |
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Jean Valjean was my saviour that night. |
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As for you, take this too. |
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God forgive us the things that we do. |
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Come my love, come Cosette, |
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This day's blessings are not over yet. |
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THENARDIER: |
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Ain't it a laugh? |
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Ain't it a treat? |
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Hob-nobbin' here, |
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Among the elite? |
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There goes a prince, |
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Here comes a Jew, |
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This one's a queer, |
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But what can you do? |
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Paris at my feet, |
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Paris in the dust, |
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And here's me breaking bread |
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With the upper crust! |
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Beggars at the feast, |
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Master of the dance! |
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Life is easy pickings |
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If you grab your chance! |
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Everywhere you go, |
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Law abiding folk, |
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Doing what is decent |
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But they're mostly broke! |
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Singing to the Lord on Sunday's, |
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Praying for the gifts he'll send, |
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THENARDIER & MME. THENARDIER: |
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But we're the ones who take it |
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We're the ones who make it in the end! |
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Watch the buggers dance, |
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Watch 'em 'til they drop! |
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Keep you're wits about you |
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And you'll stand on top! |
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Masters of the land, |
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Always get our share, |
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Clear away the barricades |
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And we're still there! |
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We know where the wind is blowing, |
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Money is the stuff we smell, |
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And when we're rich as Croesus |
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Jesus won't we see you all in hell! |
