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Please, Miss Giry |
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I want to go back |
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I want my mother |
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The world is hard |
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The world is mean |
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It's hard to keep |
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Your conscience clean |
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Please, you're hurting me |
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The sea is calm |
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The sea is gray |
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It washes |
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Everything away |
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I can't swim |
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Don't worry, it's almost over |
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Sink into the deep |
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Blue and cool and kind |
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Then drift off to sleep |
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Let the past unwind |
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Leave the hurt behind |
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Gustave |
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Mother |
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No, I'm not done yet |
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Let go of the boy now |
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Not another step |
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Let go of him, girl, or I promise you |
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Not another word |
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Always wondered |
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How to make you watch |
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Well, watch me now |
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I took a little trip to Coney Island |
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I took a little trip because of you |
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I did as Mother said and followed where you led |
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And tried to do what little I could do |
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Well, here's the way it works on Coney Island |
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They make you pay for every little crumb |
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I gave what they would take, I gave it for your sake |
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Now look at me and see what I've become |
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Bathing beauty on the beach |
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Bathing beauty in her dressing room |
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Bathing beauty in the dark |
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On their laps, in their arms, in their beds |
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Meg, my little Meg |
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What are you saying? |
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Who helped you raise the money? |
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Who helped the permits come through? |
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Who greased the wheels of your high flying deals |
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Bought you time when the bills came due? |
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Who swayed the local bosses |
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Curried favor with the press? |
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No, not her |
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And who kept singing, desperate for your favor |
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Who kept dancing, hoping you would save her |
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Who kept dying and this is what you gave her |
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Now that I've got your attention at last |
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Here's the big finish and then you can go |
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Give me the gun, Meg |
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Give me the hurt and the pain and the gun, Meg |
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Give me the blame for not seeing the things |
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That you've done, Meg |
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Give me the gun, Meg |
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Give me the chance to see you clear at last |
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See me clear at last |
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You feel ugly, you feel used |
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You feel broken, you feel bruised |
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Ah, but me, I can see all the beauty underneath |
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Yes |
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You've been robbed of love and pride |
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Been ignored and pushed aside |
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Even so, I still know there is beauty underneath |
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Yes |
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Diamonds never sparkle right |
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If they aren't set just right |
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Beauty sometimes goes unseen |
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We can't all be like Christine |
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Christine, Christine |
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Always Christine |
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No, I didn't mean to |
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Mother, there, say something |
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Say anything |
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Giry, go get help, now |
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Where's Papa? |
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He should be here |
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Where's Papa? |
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Your father, your real father |
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Look with your heart and not with your eyes |
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The heart understands, the heart never lies |
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Believe what it feels and trust what it shows |
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Look with your heart, the heart always knows |
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Love is not always beautiful |
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Not at the start |
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So open your arms |
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And close your eyes tight |
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Look with your heart |
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And when you find love |
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No |
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Once upon another time, our story had only begun |
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I had a taste of joy, the most I ever knew |
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Now there isn't any time and somehow our story is done |
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And what about the boy, what am I to do? |
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Just love, just live |
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And give what we can give |
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And take the love that you deserve |
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Just love, just live |
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And give all that I have |
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And take what little I deserve |
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Come closer, I beg you |
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Closer still |
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Remember love never dies |
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Kiss me one last time |