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Gustave, it`s alright, it`s me |
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Gustave, please take him away |
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I`m so sorry |
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Please forgive him, he meant no harm |
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How could you think I wouldn`t guess |
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What do you mean? |
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How could you think I wouln`t know? |
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Oh, no |
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Do you have something to confess? |
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Please don`t make me |
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I want the truth right now, if so |
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Once upon another time |
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You went off and left me alone |
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But that`s not all you did |
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You left me with a son |
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Ever since that other time |
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I wished, how I wished you`d have known |
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I kept the secret hid, the secret my marriage forbid |
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What else could I have done? |
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Just live. Our son |
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Just live. My son |
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Just give what I could give |
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And take what little I deserve |
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My own flesh and blood |
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And even he recoils in horror from me |
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Just like his mother |
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Forgive me, I beg you, if you can |
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I`ve brought you nothing but woe |
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Tomorrow night, I`ll sing with all my might |
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Sing for you again, then we`ll go |
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From out of ugliness, such light |
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From out of darkness, such a flame |
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In him, my wrongness is made right |
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And yet he loathes me just the same |
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So let him shun me in disgust |
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Let him flee this cursed face |
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If I must hide from him, I must |
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Yet shall he be my saving grace |
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Oh, Christine, my Christine |
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If it`s ture, I`ve no reason to live |
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Then, Christine, them our boy |
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Shall have all I can give |
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Ah, Christine |
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All I create on this earth |
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All that I`ll never be worth |
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All shall be his |
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Ten long years and he casts us aside |
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Ten whole years, this is how we`re repaid |
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Ten dark years of toil and tears |
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And now what we`ve worked for will go to that child |
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All our hopes were at last in our grasp |
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All the dreams and the plans that we laid |
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Everthing is vanishing |
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And we get discarded, rejected, reviled |
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All of the bonds in between is now torn |
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All of the love that we gave him was worn |
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All would be ours |
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If that bastard have nevet been born |