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The classic lament of society's misfits. Quasimodo the Hunchback pours out his rage and torment at being treated as a freak
all his life. "I'm human!" he cries, then, bitterly indicating the mob "...if you call this humanity!"
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Human (lyrics and music
by Rainey)
(Sung by the Hunchback:) Who's the one? Tell me, who decides Who gets to belong,
who has to stay outside In the rain, yeah and it can pour Who's calling out the names Before they close
that door
All my life I've paid a debt I never made Why not you? What did I ever do? Always
made to suffer persecution just for Being not like you
I'm Human, but I ask myself do I want to be Human, if you call this humanity Little minds, fed on spite Full of fear, shut down tight Comfortable
with cruelty With no idea of what it means to be Human-Human-Human
Who's the one? Tell me who
decides Who gets to be born, and who has to die? Is it fair that some won't live While others choose
to waste All they've got to give?
Pass around that slightly soured Cup of Human Kindness Yeah,
and God Bless Throw the dog its crumb, your charity is done, it's mindless Blindness
I'm
Human, I live, I breathe, I need, I dream I'm Human, I hide, I cry, I sin, I scream I sometimes wonder what
you could want You have everything that I don't And still consumed with a deathless greed You're
all compelled to see me bleed It's Inhuman, Inhuman
Sometimes I think that I'll get away
From this agony But it only goes on and on and on And in this nightmare I am alone
There's one
thing I can thank you for I don't envy you, no not anymore What I've seen has frightened me And
my own ugliness is just skin-deep
I'm Human, but I ask myself do I want to be Human, if you call this
Humanity Somewhere within your secret soul You must suspect, you must know That the things you do, that
you believe Are so beneath what I conceive To be Human Human Human!
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