| How do you do? |
| My name’s Gavroche
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| These are the people, here’s my patch
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| Not much to look at, nothing posh
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| Nothing that you’d call up to scratch
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| This is my school, my high society
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| Here in the slums of Saint Michel
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| We live on crumbs of humble piety
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| Tough on the teeth, but what the hell
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| Think you’re poor?
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| Think you’re free?
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| Follow me, follow me!
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| Look down, and show
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| Some mercy if you can!
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| Look down, look down!
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| Upon your fellow man
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| There was a time we killed the king
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| We tried to change the world too fast
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| Now we have got another king
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| He is no better than the last
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| This is the land that fought for liberty
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| Now when we fight, we fight for bread
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| Here is the thing about equality
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| Everyone’s equal when they’re dead
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| Take your place, take your chance
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| Vive la France, vive la France!
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| Look down
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| And show some mercy if you can!
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| Look down, look down!
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| Upon your fellow man
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| When’s it gonna end?
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| When we gonna live?
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| Something’s got to happen now
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| Something’s got to give
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| It’ll come, it’ll come, it’ll come, it’ll come, it’ll come
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| Where are the leaders of the land?
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| Where is the king who runs this show?
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| Only one man, General Lamarque
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| Speaks for the people, here below
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| Lamarque is ill and fading fast
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| Won’t last a week, how so they say
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| With all the anger in the land
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| How long before the judgment day?
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| Before we cut the fat ones down to size?
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| Before the barricades arise?
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| Vive la France!
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| Vive la France!
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| Vive la France!
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| Vive la France! |