| At the end of the day you’re another day older
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| And that’s all you can say for the life of the poor
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| It’s a struggle, it’s a war
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| And there’s nothing that anyone’s giving
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| One more day standing about, what is it for?
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| One day less to be living
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| At the end of the day you’re another day colder
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| And the shirt on your back doesn’t keep out the chill
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| And the righteous hurry past
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| They don’t hear the little ones crying
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| And the plague is coming on fast, ready to kill
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| One day nearer to dying!
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| At the end of the day there’s another day dawning
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| And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise
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| Like the waves crash on the sand
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| Like a storm that’ll break any second
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| There’s a hunger in the land
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| There’s a reckoning still to be reckoned and
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| There’s gonna be hell to pay
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| At the end of the day!
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| At the end of the day you get nothing for nothing
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| Sitting flat on your bum doesn’t buy any bread
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| There are children back at home
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| And the children have got to be fed
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| And you’re lucky to be in a job
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| And in a bed!
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| And we’re counting our blessings!
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| Have you seen how the Foreman is fuming today?
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| With his terrible breath and his wandering hands?
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| It’s because little Fantine won’t give him his way
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| Take a look at his trousers, you’ll see where he stands!
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| And the boss, he never knows
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| That the Foreman is always on heat
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| If Fantine doesn’t look out
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| Watch how she goes
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| She’ll be out on the street!
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| At the end of the day it’s another day over
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| With enough in your pocket to last for a week
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| Pay the landlord, pay the shop
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| Keep on working as long as you’re able
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| Keep on working till you drop
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| Or it’s back to the crumbs off the table
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| You’ve got to pay your way
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| At the end of the day!
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| And what have we here, little innocent sister?
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| Come on Fantine, let’s have all the news!
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| «Dear Fantine you must send us more money
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| Your child needs a doctor
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| There’s no time to lose»
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| Give that letter to me
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| It is none of your business
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| With a husband at home
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| And a bit on the side!
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| Is there anyone here
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| Who can swear before God
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| She has nothing to fear?
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| She has nothing to hide?
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| What is this fighting all about?
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| Someone tear these two apart
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| This is a factory, not a circus!
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| Come on ladies, settle down
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| I am the Mayor of this town
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| I run a business of repute
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| (spoken)
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| Deal with this, Foreman
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| Be as patient as you can
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| Yes, Monsieur Madeline
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| (sung)
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| I might have known the bitch could bite
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| I might have known the cat had claws
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| I might have guessed your little secret
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| Ah yes, the virtuous Fantine
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| Who keeps herself so pure and clean
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| You’d be the cause I had no doubt
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| Of any trouble hereabout
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| You play a virgin in the light
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| But need no urgin' in the night
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| She’s been laughing at you
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| While she’s having her men
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| She’ll be nothing but trouble again and again
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| You must sack her today
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| Sack the girl today!
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| Right my girl. |
| On your way! |