THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

In sleep he sang to me, In dreams he came...
That voice which calls to me and speaks my name...

And do I dream again?
For now I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside my mind...

Sing once again with me Our strange duel...
My power over you grows stranger yet...

And though you turn from me, to glance behind,
The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside your mind...

Those who have seen your face draw back in fear...
I am the mask you wear...

It's me they hear...

Your / My sprit and your / my voice, in one combined

The Phantom of the Opera it there
Inside your / my mind...

He's there, The Phantom of Opera...

In all your fantasies,
You always knew that man and mystery...
...were both in you...

And in this labyrinth, where night is blind,
The Phantom of the Opera is there / here
Inside your / my mind

Sing, my Angel of Music!
He's there, The Phantom of the Opera...
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