Russell Crowe Javerts Suicide ( Les Misérables)

Who is this man What sort of devil is he To have me caught in a trap And chose to let me go free It was his hour at last To put a seal on my fate Wipe out the past And wash me clean off the slate All it would take was a flick of his knife. Vengeance was his and he gave me back my life Damned if I ll live in the debt of thief Damned if I ll yield at the end of the chase I am the law and the law is not mocked I ll spit his pity right back in his face There is nothing on Earth that we share It is either Va