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tthe End of the ayMusic by CLAUDE-MICHEL SCHONBERG

1.yrics by HERBERT KRETZ MER

Original Text by ALAlN BOUBLIL and JEAN-MARC NATEL

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At the end of the day you're an 0th er day old er.At the end of the day you're an 0th er day cold er.

And that's all you can say for the life of the poor.And the shirt on your back does- n' t keep out the chill.

It's aAnd the

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And the sun in the morn- ing is wait ing too ver, with e- nough in your pock- et to last for a

rise.week.

Like the waves crash- on the sand, like aPay the land lord,- pay the shop. Keep on

storm that ll break an y se cond, there s a hun ger- in the land. There s agraft ing as long as you re a ble. Keep on graft i n g till you drop, or it s

reck on ing still to be reck oned. And there s gon na be h e l l toback to the crumbs off the ta ble. Well you ve got to p a y you re



day. et noth ing for

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There are chi1 dren back at home. And the



chi1 dren have got to be fed. And you re luck y to be in a job, and in a

bed. And we re count ing our

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Lyrics by HERBERT KRETZMER

Original Text by ALA lN BO UBLlL and JEAN-MARC NATEL

l dreamed a dream in days gone by when hope was high and life worth

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I dreamed that God would be for giv ing. Then was young and un a

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fraid and dreams were made and used and wast ed.

no song un sung no wine un

tast ed. But the ti gers come at night

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And still I dreamed he d come to me, that we would live the years to

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geth er. But there are dreams that can not be,

and there are storms we can not weath- er.



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Lyrics by HERBERT KRETZMER

Original Text by AL AI N BOUBLII. and JEAN-MARC NAT EL

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iWho am I? Can I con-demn this man to slav- er- y, pre- tend I do not see his

ag o-ny? This in- no- cent who wears my face who goes to judgement in my place. Whoam

I?- Can I con- ceal my- self for ev er more, pre-tend I'm not the man I

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so, Ja- vert, you see it's true. That man bears no more guilt than you. Whoam I?

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an y floors for me to sweep,bod y shouts or talks too loud,

not in my cas tle on a cloud.not in my cas tle on a

cloud. There is a la dy all in white,-

holds me and sings a lul la by. She s nice to see and she s soft to touch. She



Tells a sauc y tale,Kid ney of a horse,

makes a lit tle stir,liv er of a cat,

cus- tom ers ap pre ci ate afill ing up the sau sa ges with

bon vi veur. Glad to do a friend a fa vor.this and that. Res dents are more than we1 come.

Does- n t cost me to be nice.-Bri dal suite is oc cu- pied.-

But noth ing gets you noth ing, ev ry thing has got a lit - tleRea son a ble char aes p l u s some lit tle ex tras on the

prlce.side.

Mas ter of the house, keep er of the zoo,Charge em for the lice, ex tra for the mice,



rea dy to re dieve them of a sou or two.two per- cent for look ing in the mir ror twice.

Wa ter ing the wine,Here a lit tle slice,

mak ing up the weight,there a lit tle cut,

pick ing up their knick- nacks when they can t see straight.three per cent for sleep ing with the win dow shut.

Ev ry bod y loves a land lord.When it comes to fix ing pri ces, tricks he knows.

do what- ev er pleas es, Je sus, don t I bl



How it all in-creas es, a l l hem bits and piec es, Je sus, it's a- maz- ing how it grows

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1 2 Mas ter of the house, quick to catch your eye, nev er wants a pas ser by to3 Mas- ter of the house, mas ter and a half, com for ter, phi 10s o pher. Don't

pass him by. Ser-vant to the poor,make me laugh Ser- vant to the poor,

but- ler to thegreat,but ler to the great.

com- for ter, phi 10s o- pher and life long mate. Ev ry bod y's boon com- pan ion.Hyp o crite and toad- y and in e bri ate Ev- ry-bod y bless our land



1 Ev ry- bod- y s chap er- one.2 Give em ev ry- hing I ve got.-

But lock up your va lis es. Je sus, won t skin you to theDir ty bunch of geez ers, Je sus what a sor ry lit- tle

used to dream that I would meet a prince.

But, God Al- might y have you seen what s hap- pened since?



Mas ter of the house? Is n't worth my spit Com for ter phi 10s o pher and

life long shit Cun- ning lit tle brain, reg u lar Vol- taire.

Thinks he's quite a lov er but there's not much there What a cru el trick of na

ture

---land- ed me with such a louse.- God knows how I've last ed liv



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Music by CLAUDE-MICHEL SCHONBERGLyrics by HERBERT KRETZMER a nd ALAIN BOUBLIL

I There, out in the dark ness,- a fu gi tive

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fall en from-

grace.IC od be my wit ness.- I nev er shall

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flame, the sword

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in your mul- ti tudes, scarce to be

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fill ing the dark with or der and-

light. You are the sen ti riels,- si lent and

















































































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