| The time is near
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| So near it’s stirring the blood in their veins!
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| And yet beware
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| Don’t let the wine go to your brains!
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| We need a sign
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| To rally the people
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| To call them to arms
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| To bring them in line!
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| Marius, wake up!
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| What’s wrong today?
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| You look as if you’ve seen a ghost
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| Some wine and say what’s going on!
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| A ghost you say, a ghost maybe
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| She was just like a ghost to me
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| One minute there, then she was gone!
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| I am agog!
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| I am aghast!
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| Is Marius in love at last?
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| I’ve never heard him 'ooh' and 'aah'
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| You talk of battles to be won
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| And here he comes like Don Juan
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| It’s better than an opera!
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| It is time for us all
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| To decide who we are
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| Do we fight for the right
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| To a night at the opera now?
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| Have you asked of yourselves
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| What’s the price you might pay?
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| Is this simply a game
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| For a rich young boy to play?
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| The colours of the world
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| Are changing day by day
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| Red: the blood of angry men!
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| Black: the dark of ages past!
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| Red: a world about to dawn!
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| Black: the night that ends at last!
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| Had you seen her today
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| You might know how it feels
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| To be struck to the bone
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| In a moment of breathless delight!
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| Had you been there today
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| You might also have known
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| How your world may be changed
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| In just one burst of light!
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| And what was right seems wrong
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| And what was wrong seems right!
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| Red
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| I feel my soul on fire!
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| Black
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| My world if she’s not there!
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| Red
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| It’s the colour of desire!
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| Black
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| It’s the colour of despair!
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| Marius, you’re no longer a child
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| I do not doubt you mean it well
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| But now there is a higher call
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| Who cares about your lonely soul?
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| We strive towards a larger goal
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| Our little lives don’t count at all!
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| Red: the blood of angry men!
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| Black: the dark of ages past!
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| Red: a world about to dawn!
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| Black: the night that ends at last!
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| Listen everybody!
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| General Lamarque is dead!
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| Lamarque! |
| His death is the hour of fate
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| The people’s man
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| His death is the sign we await!
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| On his funeral day, they will honour his name
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| With the light of rebellion ablaze in their eyes
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| With their candles of grief we will kindle our flame
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| On the tomb of Lamarque shall our barricade rise
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| The time is here!
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| Let us welcome it gladly with courage and cheer
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| Let us take to the streets with no doubt in our hearts
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| But a jubilant shout
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| They will come one and all
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| They will come when we call! |