Notre-Dame de Paris Page #4

Season #1 Episode #1

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The Doors Of Paris

Gringoire:

The doors of Paris close, and in the streets the darkness grows.

The night takes of her clothes, and laughs and cries and wakes all our desires.

At night, the dark dreams ride on Paris heights, till dreams are satisfied.

Till we have found all we require.

On the bridge of dreams, A girl I saw, an angel seemed.

The angel smiled, and then she disappeared, as I grew near.

Through Paris streets I ran, the angel flew right through my hands.

I thought of Paris night, I laughed and cried 'night, opened up my eyes'.

Kidnap Attempt

Phoebus:

Arrest that man, it's the hunchback of Notre dame.

Hold onto him, show that monster his time has come.

I am the captain here; I must keep all the streets secure.

For all the citizens, and for the pretty girls like you.

Please allow me to take you home, outside the city gates.

The hour is getting late, for a gypsy girl to wait.

Esmeralda:

Please understand, before you take me by the hand.

Esmeralda, does not go with just any man.

Phoebus:

Let me call on you, tomorrow when nights at the door.

We'll make a rendezvous, at the cabaret Val d'amour.

Esmeralda:

At the cabaret Val d'amour.

Gringoire:

At the cabaret Val d'amour.

Frollo:

At the cabaret Val d'amour

The Court Of The Miracles

Clopin:

We are brothers forever, pain and joy we share together.

For the outcasts of the earth, there's no heaven there's no hell.

There's no heaven or hell.

We are the ones no one sees; we are the ones who can eat, through the world as we please.

The blood and the wine are always running red.

(At the court of the miracles, the court of the miracles).

By thieves and by whores you know the dance is led.

(At the court of the miracles, the court of the miracles).

The blind man will see and all the cripples dance.

(At the court of the miracles, the court of the miracles).

We're born to be hung and so we take a chance.

(At the court of the miracles, the court of the miracles).

(Court of the miracles, court of the miracles).

We are all of the same race here, the same invisible face here.

For the outcasts of the world, there's no country there's no god.

There's no country or god.

These rags we wear are our flags, It is the shade of my skin, and it's that of your skin.

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