at the end of the day your another day older
and thats all you can say for the life of the poor
its a struggle, its a war, and theres nothing that anyones giving, one more day standing about
what is it for?
one day less to be living
at the end of the day your another day colder
and the shirt on your back doesnt keep out the chill
and the righteous hurry past, they dont hear the little ones crying and the winter is coming on fast
ready to kill
one day nearer to dying
at the end of the day theres another day dawning
and the sun in the morning is waiting to rise
like the waves crash on the sand, like a storm that will break any second
theres a hunger in the land, theres a reckoning still to be reckoned
is us to have to pay!
at the end of the day
From Les Miserables
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