| We’re the only ones left
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| (singing)
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| The people have not stirred
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| We’re abandoned by those who still live in fear
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| Let us not waste lives
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| Let all who wish to go from here
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| Do you hear the people sing?
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| Singing the song of angry men
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| It is the music of a people
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| Who will not be slaves again
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| When the beating of your heart
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| Echoes the beating of the drums
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| There is a life about to start when tomorrow comes
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| Little people know when little people fight
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| We may look easy pickings…
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| Gavroche?
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| …but we got some bite
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| So never kick a dog, because he’s just a pup
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| Gavroche!
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| Gavroche is shot at
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| We’ll fight like twenty armies…
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| Gavroche!
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| And we won’t give up!
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| Gavroche! |
| Come back!
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| Gavroche, what are you doing? |
| Come back!
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| Come back!
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| Gavroche is shot at again
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| So you better…
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| Don’t let him go!
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| …run for cover… when the pup…
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| Come back! |
| Someone stop him!
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| …grows…
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| Gavroche is shot. |
| A fight breaks out
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| You at the barricades, listen to this!
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| The people of Paris are safe in their beds
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| You have no chance
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| No chance at all
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| Why throw your lives away?
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| Let us die facing our foes!
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| Make them bleed while we can!
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| Make them pay through the nose!
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| Make them pay for every man!
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| Let others rise to take our place
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| Until the earth is free! |