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Out There -- The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Voices:  Tom Hulce (Quasimodo) & Tony Jay (Frollo)
Music by:  Alan Menken
Lyrics by:  Stephen Schwartz
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Frollo:  The world is cruel
         The world is wicked
         It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole city
         I am your only friend
         I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you
         I who look upon you without fear
         How can I protect you, boy, unless you
         Always stay in here
         Away in here
         Remember what I taught you, Quasimodo
         You are deformed

Quasimodo:  I am deformed

Frollo:  And you are ugly

Quasimodo:  And I am ugly

Frollo:  And these are crimes
         For which the world
         Shows little pity
         You do not comprehend

Quasimodo:  You are my one defender

Frollo: Out there they'll revile you
        As a monster

Quasimodo:  I am a monster

Frollo:  Out there they will hate
         And scorn and jeer

Quasimodo:  Only a monster

Frollo:  Why invite their calumny
         And consternation?
         Stay in here
         Be faithful to me
      
Quasimodo:  I'm faithful

Frollo:  Grateful to me

Quasimodo:  I'm grateful

Frollo:  Do as I say
         Obey
         And stay
         In here
       
Quasimodo:  I'll stay
            In here

Quasimodo:  Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone
            Gazing at the people down below me
            All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone
            Hungry for the histories they show me
            All my life I memorize their faces
            Knowing them as they will never know me
            All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day
            Not above them
            But part of them

            And out there
            Living in the sun
            Give me one day out there
            All I ask is one
            To hold forever

            Out there
            Where they all live unaware
            What I'd give
            What I'd dare
            Just to live one day out there

            Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives
            Through the roofs and gables I can see them
            Ev'ry day they shout and scold and go about their lives
            Heedless of the gift it is to be them
            If I was in their skin
            I'd treasure ev'ry instant


            Out there
            Strolling by the Seine
            Taste a morning out there
            Like ordinary men
            Who freely walk about there
            Just one day and then
            I swear I'll be content
            With my share
            Won't resent
            Won't despair
            Old and bent
            I won't care
            I'll have spent
            One day
            Out there