| Raoul: One more.
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| Bartender: Oh, buddy, don’t you think you’ve had enough? |
| It’s practically
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| morning already.
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| Raoul: One more, I said!
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| Bartender: All, right, all right. |
| My shift is over anyway, so let’s settle the
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| bill, ok? |
| Jeez, you’re in a bad way aren’t you? |
| Worse than
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| most that end up here. |
| Here’s the morning shift — maybe he’ll know what to do with you.
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| Raoul: Yes, what to do with me. |
| That’s the question, isn’t it? |
| That’s always
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| been the question. |
| Ever since the beginning.
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| She looks for sympathy
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| I give her sorrow
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| She asks for honesty
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| I’ve none to borrow
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| She needs my tender kiss
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| She begs it of me
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| I give her ugliness
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| Why does she love me?
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| She yearns for higher things
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| Things I can’t give her
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| The rush that music brings
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| I can’t deliver
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| And even when she sings
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| And soars above me I try to clip her wings
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| Why does she love me?
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| One more drink, sir. |
| That’s what I need don’t you think, sir? |
| Leave the hurt
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| behind.
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| Do you hear me? |
| Another drink!
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| She wants the man I was
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| Husband and father
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| At least she thinks she does
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| She needn’t bother
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| Beneath this mask I wear
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| There’s nothing of me Just horror, shame, despair
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| Why does she love me?
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| How 'bout you, sir? |
| Tell me what am I to do, sir? |
| Leave the hurt behind.
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| Meg: Morning, Bernie, coffee please! |
| Hurry up before I freeze. |
| I’ll just take
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| it black. |
| Mother said I’d find you here.
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| Raoul: Miss Giry…
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| Meg: Do you know where you are?
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| R: Hell, I imagine
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| M: Around here they call it suicide hall. |
| It’s where people end up when they
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| don’t know where else to go. |
| The hopeless, the
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| desperate. |
| Good place to step off the side of the pier and quietly vanish.
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| R: You seem to be a regular.
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| M: Me? |
| I come here to swim
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| This town is coarse and cold and mean
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| It’s hard to keep your conscience clean
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| Faceless in the crowd
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| Anything’s allowed
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| And so I come at dawn each day
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| Come to wash it all away
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| Sink into the sea
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| Blue and cool and kind
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| Let it set me free
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| Let the past unwind
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| Leave the hurt behind
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| You should never have come to America. |
| It’s not a place for people like you and
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| Christine. |
| It’s too easy to forget who you are and
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| where you belong. |
| That’s why Mother says you must leave here. |
| Now.
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| Take your wife and the boy and go.
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| R: Leave? |
| What about tonight? |
| The concert, the money? |
| Am I to just run away
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| from him?
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| M: When the sun rises tomorrow we can all start again. |
| Clean.
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| Sail across the sea
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| Put us out of mind
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| Close your eyes and flee
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| Let yourself stay blind
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| Leave this place behind |