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(SINGING) Monsieur le Mayor, I have a crime to declare! I have disgraced The uniform that I wear I've done you wrong Let no forgiveness be shown I've been as hard On every rogue I have known I mistook you for a convict I have made a false report Now I learn they caught the culprit He's about to face the court And of course he now denies it You'd expect that of a con But he couldn't run forever No, not even Jean Valjean You say this man denies it all And gives no sign of understanding or repentance? You say this man is going to trial And that he's sure to be returned to serve his sentence? He will pay, and so must I Press charges against me, sir You have only done your duty It's a minor sin at most All of us have made misjudgments You'll return, sir, to your post (SIGHS IN RELIEF)
Les Misérables
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Let him give a full description Let him answer to Javert Javert, would you believe it? I was lost here in the dark When this prostitute attacked me You can see she left her mark She will answer for her actions If you make a full report You may rest assured, monsieur She will answer to the court There's a child who sorely needs me Please, monsieur, she's but that high Holy God, is there no mercy? If I go to jail she'll die I have heard such protestations every day for 20 years Let's have no more explanations Save your breath, save your tears Honest work, just reward That's the way to please the Lord A moment of your time, Javert I do believe this woman 's tale Monsieur le Mayor!
Les Misérables
44.5s
(WEEPING) I never did no wrong Is it true what I've done... My daughter's close to dying ... to an innocent soul? If there's a God above... Had I only known then ...he'd let me die instead In His name my task has just begun I will take her to the hospital. Monsieur le Mayor. Where is your child? With an innkeeper in Montfermeil. I will send for her immediately. (SINGING) I will see it done!
Les Misérables
46.5s
(SINGING) My band of soaks My den of dissolutes My dirty jokes Ugh! My always pissed as newts My sons of whores No, no, no. Not tonight. (SINGING) Spend their lives in my inn Wakey-wakey. Good boy, good boy, good boy. (SINGING) Homing pigeons homing in They fly through my doors And they crawl out on all fours Daddy, here.
Les Misérables