Lyrics

How do we stand, make your report We've guns enough, but ammunition short I will go into the street, there are bodies all around, Ammunition to be had, lots of bullets to be found I can't let you go, it's too much of a chance And the same is true for any man here Let me go, he's no more than a boy, I am old I have nothing to fear You need somebody quicker and I volunteer Come back Gavroche, don't you dare Someone pull him down right now Look at me I'm almost there! Gavroche! Little people know, when little people fight We may look easy pickings, but we've got some bite We'll fight like twenty armies, and we won't give up So you better run for cover, when the pup grows.
Writer(s): Herbert Kretzmer, Claude-michel Schonberg, Alain Albert Boublil Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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