Red and Black

At Notre Dame
 The sections are prepared!
 At rue de Bac
 They're straining at the leash!
 Students, workers, everyone
 There's a river on the run
 Like the flowing of the tide
 Paris coming to our side!
 The time is near
 So near it's stirring the blood in their veins!
 And yet beware
 Don't let the wine go to your brains!
 For the army we fight is a dangerous foe
 With the men and the arms that we never can match
 It's easy to sit here and swat 'em like flies
 But the national guard will be harder to catch
 We need a sign
 To rally the people
 To call them to arms
 And to bring them in line!
 Marius
 What's wrong with you today?
 You look as if you've seen a ghost
 Some wine and say what's going on!
 A ghost you say, a ghost maybe
 She was just like a ghost to me
 One minute there, then she was gone!
 I am agog!
 I am aghast!
 Is Marius in love at last?
 I've never seen him "ooh" and "aah"
 We talk of battles to be won
 And here he comes like Don Juan
 It's better than an opera!
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 It is time for us all
 To decide who we are
 Do we fight for the right
 To a night at the opera now?
 Have you asked of yourselves
 What's the price you might pay?
 Is this simply a game
 For a rich young boy to play?
 The color of the world
 Is changing day by day
 Red, the blood of angry men
 Black, the dark of ages past
 Red, a world about to dawn
 Black, the night that ends at last
 Had you been there tonight
 You might know how it feels
 To be struck to the bone
 In a moment of breathless delight
 Had you been there tonight
 You might also have known
 How the world may be changed
 In just one burst of light
 And what was right seems wrong
 And what was wrong seems right
 Red, I feel my soul on fire
 Black, my world if she's not there
 Red, the color of desire
 Black, the color of despair
 Marius, you're no longer a child
 I do not doubt you mean it well
 But now there is a higher call
 Who cares about your lonely soul
 We strive towards a larger goal
 Our little lives don't count at all
 Red, the blood of angry men
 Black, the dark of ages past
 Red, a world about to dawn
 Black, the night that ends at last