| Lyrics | Song |
| It's a struggle, it's a war/And there's nothing that anyone's giving | |
| It is easy to sit here and swat 'em like flies/But the national guard will be harder to catch | |
| He slept a summer by my side/He filled my days with endless wonder | |
| I'm doing everything all wrong /Oh God, for shame I do not even know your name | |
| If I speak, I am condemned/If I stay silent, I am damned! | |
| Oh my friends, my friends forgive me/That I live and you are gone | |
| She's nice to see and she's soft to touch/She says 'Cosette, I love you very much.' | |
| Never wants a passerby to pass him by/Servant to the poor, butler to the great | |
| Yet why did I allow that man/ To touch my soul and teach me love? | |
| The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of France! | |
| | Lyrics | Song |
| There is none but me who can intercede/In Mercy's name, three days are all I need. | |
| We'll be ready for these schoolboys /They will wet themselves with blood! | |
| Seven days at sea can make you hungry for a poke | |
| There are so many questions and answers that somehow seem wrong | |
| There's a darkness which comes without a warning/But I will sing you lullabies and wake you in the morning. | |
| A breath away from where you are/I've come home from so far | |
| They were schoolboys/Never held a gun.../Fighting for a new world/That would rise up like the sun | |
| In your multitudes/Scarce to be counted/Filling the darkness | |
| When everybody else is sleeping I think of him and then I'm happy with the company I'm keeping | |
| I know what you give!/Give 'em all the pox!/Spread around your poison/Till they end up in a box. | |
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