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The world is cruel
The world is ugly
But there are times and there are people when the world is not
And at it's cruelest, it is still the only world we've got
Light and dark
Foul and fair
Out there
Out there, waiting there for me
Love, and fear, and heartbreak
Still we're born to be
Out there
Someday, our fight will be won then
We'll stand in the sun then
That bright afternoon
'till Then, on days when the sun is gone
Hope lives on
Wish upon the moon
Change will come
One day, someday soon
Morning in Paris, a new day is here
Sing the bells of Notre Dame
Ending the tale of your poor balladeer, sing the bells of Notre Dame
And I wish I could leave you a moral
Like a trinket you hold in your palm
But here is a riddle to guess if you can
Sing the bells of Notre Dame
What makes a monster and what makes a man?
Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells...
Whatever their pitch, you can feel them bewitch you
The rich and the ritual knells
Of the bells of Notre Dame!