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The world is cruel, the world is wicked |
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It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole city |
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I am your only friend |
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I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you |
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I who look upon you without fear |
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How can I protect you, boy, unless you |
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Always stay in here, away in here |
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Remember what I've taught you, Quasimodo |
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You are deformed, I am deformed |
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And you are ugly, and I am ugly |
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And these are crimes for which the world shows little pity |
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You do not comprehend, you are my one defender |
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Out there they'll revile you as a monster |
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I am a monster out there they will hate |
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And scorn and jeer, only a monster |
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Why invite their calumny and consternation? |
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Stay in here |
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Be faithful to me, I'm faithful |
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Grateful to me, I'm grateful |
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Do as I say, obey |
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And stay in here |
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Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone |
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Gazing at the people down below me |
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All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone |
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Hungry for the histories they'd shown me |
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All my life I memorize their faces |
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Knowing them as they will never know me |
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All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day |
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Not above them but part of them |
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And out there living in the sun |
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Give me one day out there |
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All I ask is one to hold forever |
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Out there where they all live unaware |
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What I'd give, what I'd dare |
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Just to live one day out there |
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Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives |
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Through the roofs and gables I can see them |
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Every day they shout and scold and go about their lives |
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Heedless of the gift it is to be them |
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If I was in their skin, I'd treasure every instant |
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Out there strolling by the Seine |
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Taste a morning out there like ordinary men |
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Who freely walk about there just one day and then |
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I swear I'll be content with my share |
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Won't resent, won't despair, old and bent I won't care |
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I'll have spent one day out ther |
