What have I done? 
Sweet Jesus, what have I done?  [bad word] a thief in the night,  [bad word] a dog on [bad word] 
And have I fallen so far, 
And is the hour so late 
That nothing remains but the cry of my hate, 
The cries in the dark that nobody hears, 
Here where I stand at the turning of the years? 

If there's another way to go 
I missed it twenty long years ago 
My life was a war that could never be won 
They gave me a number and murdered Valjean 
When they chained me and left me for dead 
Just for stealing a mouthful of bread 

Yet why did I allow that man 
To touch my soul and teach me love? 
He treated me like any other 
He gave me his [bad word] 
He called me brother 
My life he claims for God above 
Can such things be? 
For I [bad word] to hate the world 
This world that always hated me 

Take an eye for an eye! 
Turn your heart into stone! 
This is all I have lived for! 
This is all I have known! 

One word from him and I'd be back 
Beneath the lash, upon the rack 
Instead he offers me my freedom 
I feel my shame inside me like a knife 
He told me that I have a soul, 
How does he know? 
What [bad word] to move my life? 
Is there another way to go? 

I am reaching, but I fall 
And the night is closing in 
And I stare into the void 
To the whirlpool of my sin 
I'll escape now from the world 
From the world of Jean Valjean 
Jean Valjean is nothing now 
Another story must begin!