P.T. close my eyes and I can seeA world

it's turned so coldCosette, it's past your bedtimeYou've played the

& down, look downDon't look 'em in the eyeLook

la la la la la la laLa la la la

here, you know your placeBrujon, Babet, Claqusous!You, Montparnasse, watch

you!Long live the revolution!He approaches the seemingly dead ValjeanHere’s

the end of the day you're another day olderAnd that's

on highHear my prayerIn my needYou have always been thereHe

strangeThis feeling that my life's begun at lastThis changeCan people

have I done, sweet Jesus?What have I done?Become a thief

When trumpets were mellowAnd every gal only had one fellowNo need

been to cities that never close downFrom New York

saying—, you're saying you think you'd do a better

I've been to cities that never close downFrom New York to

cold RitaNever did I meet a girl who's half so

If my heart always didWhat a normal heart should doIf I

couldn't pick a better time to start in

Jud is daidPore Jud Fry is daidAll gather 'round his

you are hereSuddenly it startsCan two anxious hearts

wide-eyed, eagerWholesome innocent Sunday school teacher for meThat kinda