| He thinks that man is me
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| He knew him at a glance!
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| That stranger he has found
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| This man could be my chance!
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| Why should I save his hide?
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| Why should I right this wrong
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| When I have come so far
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| And struggled for so long?
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| If I speak, I am condemned
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| If I stay silent, I am damned!
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| I am the master of hundreds of workers
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| They all look to me
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| How can I abandon them?
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| How would they live
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| If I am not free?
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| If I speak, I am condemned
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| If I stay silent, I am damned!
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| Who am I?
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| Can I condemn this man to slavery
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| Pretend I do not feel his agony
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| This innocent who bears my face
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| Who goes to judgement in my place
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| Who am I?
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| Can I conceal myself for evermore?
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| Pretend I’m not the man I was before?
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| And must my name until I die
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| Be no more than an alibi?
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| Must I lie?
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| How can I ever face my fellow men?
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| How can I ever face myself again?
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| My soul belongs to God, I know
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| I made that bargain long ago
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| He gave me hope when hope was gone
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| He gave me strength to journey on
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| Who am I? |
| Who am I?
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| I am Jean Valjean!
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| And so Javert, you see it’s true
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| That man bears no more guilt than you!
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| Who am I? |