Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Retrieve the flag.

Believe me, were it within my power

There's a grief that can't be spoken

Do what you have to do The man belongs to you

Another hour yet Then I'm yours

The people too must rise

Show me some way to help you

One more day all on my own

And rest against my shoulder

Become a thief in the night Become a dog on the run

Hold it steady!

She's the best of my life

Nor forgive them for what they've done

Like mother, like daughter, the scum of the street

You'll pay me first what I am due

Stay still, stay still.

Johann Gambolputty

At the end of the day you're another day colder

This is the day that most I feared

She's gone with a gent

And I speak here with her voice

What luck you've got It's worth a centime, my dear!

And gives no sign of understanding or repentance?

Of the years, years ago

And the stars are black and cold

The time is here!

Come lads it’s st.Patrick’s day today. Time for a pint of Guinness

Monsieur le Maven Monsieur le Maven!

You dirty bastard!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

One more day with him not caring

Now when we fight, we fight for bread!

Cosette, my child! Am I forgiven now?

I know this house, I tell you

A heart full of love

The truth that once was spoken

You know me! I know you!

Filling the darkness

Marius! Grandfather!

And from this day, and evermore

You saved my life, monsieur.

Doesn't cost me to be nice

And on your witness, monsieur, I'll see him suitably paid

Marius! Marius!

You'll get twice if I take two

Not that we begrudged a sou

Come in, sir, for you are weary

Lovely lady, come along and join us!

Say, do you hear the distant drums?

How can I live when we are parted?

When's this gonna end?

Ready to relieve them of a sou or two

Had I only known then

But we will prove our love To you, whom we shall call

There's so little you say of the life you have known

Courfeyrac, you take the watch

You know nothing of my life

Damned if I live in the debt of a thief!

Let us welcome it gladly with courage and cheer!

And so, Your Honor, you see it's true

Wakey-wakey, we're opening.

I will pay what I must pay

There's a child who sorely needs me

Watch yourself, watch yourself.

The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of France!

And the righteous hurry past They don't hear the little ones crying

From their candles of grief we will kindle our flame

Everybody raise a glass to the master of the house

I’m Gene Van Jones? Val Wilder? John John? Lil’ John? BREEEEEAAAAADDDD!!!

On the roof! On the roof!

What have you done?

And here he comes like Don Juan

Thank you, darling.

Stop moving Lie still

Can this man be believed?

And they know what to wear And I'm saying thank heaven for that!

And rain will make the flowers grow

Let others rise to take our place

So near it's stirring the blood in their veins

Like the waves crash on the sand

What a cruel trick of nature

Empty chairs at empty tables

You're praised by those on high

Messieurs, release him

We're the only ones left.

Bless the food we eat today.

Where my friends will meet no more

In the days Of my youth

To love another person

Of a world that I long to see Out of reach

And memories I cannot share

But the tigers come at night

Suddenly the world seems a different place

Nevermore apart

We tried to change the world too fast