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(SINGING) The people have not stirred We are abandoned by those who still live in fear Let us not waste lives Let all who wish to Go from here GAVROCHE: Do you hear the people sing Singing the song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again ALL: When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!
Les Misérables
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(LAUGHING) It is time for us all to decide who we are Do we fight for the right to a night at the opera now? Have you asked of yourself What's the price you might pay? Is this simply a game for a rich young boy to play? The colors of the world are changing day by day Red, the blood of angry men! Black, the dark of ages past! Red, a world about to dawn! Black, the night that ends at last!
Les Misérables
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(SINGING) What is this fighting all about? Someone tear these two apart! This is a factory, not a circus Now, come on, ladies, settle down I am the mayor of this town I run a business of repute (PANTING SOFTLY) Deal with this, Foreman. Be as patient as you can. Yes, Monsieur Madeleine. Now, someone say how this began. (SINGING) At the end of the day she's the one who began it! There's a kid that she's hiding in some little town There's a man she has to pay You can guess how she picks up the extra You can bet she's earning her keep sleeping around! And the boss wouldn 't like it Yes, it's true there's a child And the child is my daughter And her father abandoned us, leaving us flat Now she lives with an innkeeper man and his wife And I pay for the child What's the matter with that?
Les Misérables
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There was a time when men were kind When their voices were soft And their words inviting There was a time when love was blind And the world was a song And the song was exciting There was a time Then it all went wrong I dreamed a dream in time gone by When hope was high And life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart As they turn your dream to shame He slept a summer by my side He filled my days with endless wonder He took my childhood in his stride But he was gone when autumn came (SOBBING)
Les Misérables