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Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone;<br />Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone;<br />Taken by the Church, his soul will be slave of God;<br />In the belfry's beauty is his figure something odd.<br /><br />We see the hunchback in Notre Dame<br />Dancing on the tallest towers<br /><br />Arcades and spires, filling his heart,<br />Deep like the choir, fine like the art<br />Is this place my cell, is it?<br />Is God's home my hell?<br />Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul,<br />Until I toll!<br /><br />I am grim, full of gloom<br />In my dim gothic tomb<br />But the bells in my heart chime for ever<br />With the ding that belongs<br />To the king of their songs<br />I'm the sound of Notre Dame<br /><br />In the Wheel of Life he is a horror for the crowd,<br />When will be the time he'll see the sun between the clouds?<br />Looking at the bells he thinks about his tragic fate<br />Wants to be a rock or metal like his souless mates<br /><br />We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame<br />Crying on the tallest towers<br /><br />Gargoyles and columns, his reality;<br />Chants wich are solemn, his agony<br />Is this place my cell, is it?<br />Is God's home my hell?<br />Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul<br />Until i toll!<br /><br />I am grim, full of gloom<br />In my dim gothic tomb<br />But the bells in my heart chime for ever<br />With the ding that belongs<br />To the king of their songs<br />I'm the sound of Notre Dame
New song lyrics
Born in a sorry cot, left on the stairs of the cold stone;<br />Damned to be scorned, in darkness, damned to be alone;<br />Taken by the Church, his soul will be slave of God;<br />In the belfry's beauty is his figure something odd.<br /><br />We see the hunchback in Notre Dame<br />Dancing on the tallest towers<br /><br />Arcades and spires, filling his heart,<br />Deep like the choir, fine like the art<br />Is this place my cell, is it?<br />Is God's home my hell?<br />Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul,<br />Until I toll!<br /><br />I am grim, full of gloom<br />In my dim gothic tomb<br />But the bells in my heart chime for ever<br />With the ding that belongs<br />To the king of their songs<br />I'm the sound of Notre Dame<br /><br />In the Wheel of Life he is a horror for the crowd,<br />When will be the time he'll see the sun between the clouds?<br />Looking at the bells he thinks about his tragic fate<br />Wants to be a rock or metal like his souless mates<br /><br />We hear the hunchback in Notre Dame<br />Crying on the tallest towers<br /><br />Gargoyles and columns, his reality;<br />Chants wich are solemn, his agony<br />Is this place my cell, is it?<br />Is God's home my hell?<br />Oh, my body imprisons my poor soul<br />Until i toll!<br /><br />I am grim, full of gloom<br />In my dim gothic tomb<br />But the bells in my heart chime for ever<br />With the ding that belongs<br />To the king of their songs<br />I'm the sound of Notre Dame
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