| Valjean
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| What have I done?
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| Sweet Jesus, what have I done?
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| Become a thief in the night
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| Become a dog on the run
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| And have I fallen so far
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| And is the hour so late
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| That nothing remains but the cry of my hate,
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| The cries in the dark that nobody hears,
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| Here where I stand at the turning of the years?
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| If there’s another way to go
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| I missed it twenty long years ago
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| My life was a war that could never be won
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| They gave me a number and murdered Valjean
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| When they chained me and left me for dead
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| Just for stealing a mouthful of bread
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| Yet why did I allow that man
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| To touch my soul and teach me love?
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| He treated me like any other
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| He gave me his trust
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| He called me brother
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| My life he claims for God above
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| Can such things be?
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| For I had come to hate this world
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| This world which had always hated me Take an eye for an eye!
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| Turn your heart into stone!
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| This is all I have lived for!
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| This is all I have known!
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| One word from him and I’d be back
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| Beneath the lash, upon the rack
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| Instead he offers me my freedom,
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| I feel my shame inside me like a knife
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| He told me that I have a soul,
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| How does he know?
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| What spirit came to move my life?
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| Is there another way to go?
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| I am reaching, but I fall
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| And the night is closing in And I stare into the void
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| To the whirlpool of my sin
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| I’ll escape now from the world
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| From the world of Jean Valjean
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| Jean Valjean is nothing now
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| Another story must begin! |