Christine:
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
Phantom:
Sing once again with me, our strange duet,
my power over you, grows stronger yet.
and though you turn from me, to glance behind.
the phantom of the opera is there inside your mind.
Christine:
Those who have seen your face,
draw back in fear.
I am the mask you wear.
Phantom:
It's me they hear.
Both:
You're/my spirit and my/you're voice in one combined.
The phantom of the opera is there inside my/your mind.
(in the background)
(He's there,the Phantom of the Opera . . .
Beware the Phantom of the Opera . . .)
Phantom:
In all your fantasies,you always knew that man and mystery . . .
Christine:
...are both in you.
BOTH
And in this labyrinth, where night is blind,
the phantom of the opera is there/here inside your/my mind . . .
Phantom:
Sing, my Angel of Music!
CHRISTINE
He's there,
the Phantom of the Opera...
(Christine sings hight-pitched)
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