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Clopin
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Morning in Paris, the city awakes
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To the bells of Notre Dame
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The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes
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To the bells of Notre Dame
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To the big bells as loud as the thunder
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To the little bells as soft as a psalm
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And some say the soul of the city's
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The roll of the bells
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The bells of Notre Dame
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Listen, they're beautiful
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So many colors of sounds, so many changing moods
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But you know they don't ring by themselves
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They don't?
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No, silly boy...
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Up there high, high in the dark bell tower
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Lives the myterious bell ringer
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Who is this creature?
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Who?
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What is he?
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What?
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How did he come to be there?
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How?
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Hush... Clopin will tell you
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It is a tale
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A tale of a man and a monster
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Dark was the night when our tale was begun
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On the docks near Notre Dame
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Shut it up, will you!
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We'll be spotted!
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Hush, little one
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Four frightened gypsies slid silently under
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The docks near Notre Dame
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Four guilders for safe passage into Paris
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But a trap had been laid for the gypsies
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And they gazed up in fear and alarm
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At a figure whose clutches
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Were iron as much as the bells
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Judge Claude Frollo!
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The bells of Notre Dame
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Chorus
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Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
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Clopin
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Judge Claude Frollo longed to purge the world of vice and sin
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Chorus
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Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
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Clopin
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And he saw corruption ev'rywhere except within
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Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice
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You there, what are you hiding?
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Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her
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She ran...
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Chorus
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Dies irae, dies illa (Day of wrath, that day)
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Solvet saeclum in favilla (Shall consume the world in ashes)
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Teste David cum sibylla (As prophesied by David and the sibyl)
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Quantus tremor est futurus (What trembling is to be)
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Quando Judex est venturus (When the Judge is come)
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Sanctuary, please give us sanctuary!
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A baby? A monster!
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Stop!
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Cried the Archdeacon
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This is an unholy deamon
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I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs
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Archdeacon
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See there the innocent blood you have spilt
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On the steps of Notre Dame
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I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued
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Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt
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On the steps of Notre Dame
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My conscience is clear
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You can lie to yourself and your minions
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You cam claim that you haven't a qualm
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But you never can run from
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Nor hide what you've done from the eyes
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The very eyes of Notre Dame
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Chorus
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Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
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Clopin
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And for one time in his life of power and control
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Chorus
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Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
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Clopin
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Frollo felt a twinge of fear for his immortal soul
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What must I do?
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Care for the child, raise it as your own
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What! I am to settle for this misshapen...
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Oh well, let him live with you in your church
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Live here? Where?
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Anywhere
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Frollo
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Just so he's kept away
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Where no one else can see
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The belltower, perhaps
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Who knows? Our lord works in mysterious ways
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Even this foul creature may
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Yet prove one day to be
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Of use to me
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And Frollo gave the child a cruel name
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A name that means half-formed, Quasimodo
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Clopin
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Now here's a riddle to guess if you can
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Sing the bells of Notre Dame
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Who is the monster and who is the man?
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Clopin and Chorus
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Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells
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Bells, bells, bells, bells
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Bells of Notre Dame
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The bells of notre dame
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