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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 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 Those who have seen your face Draw back in fear I am the mask you wear It’s me they hear Your/My spirit and my/your voice In one combined
The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside my/your mind

In all your fantasies, you always knew That man and mysteryWere both in you And in this labyrinth, where night is blind
The Phantom of the Opera is here/the Inside my/your mind

Sing, my Angel of Music!  He’s there, the Phantom of the Opera Sing for me Ahhhhhhhhh Sing, my Angel of Music! Ahhhhhhhhh

Sing for me Ahhhhhhhhh Sing, my Angel of Music! Ahhhhhhhhh Sing for me Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhh Ahhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhh

When you belive

Many nights we’ve prayed With no proof anyone could hear
In our hearts, a hopeful song We barely understood
Now we are not afraid Although we know there’s much to fear
We were moving mountains long Before we knew we could, oh, yes

Estribillo: There can be miracles when you believe Though hope is frail, it’s hard to kill
Who knows what miracles you can achieve?When you believe, somehow you Will
You will when you believe

In this time of fear When prayer so often proves in vain Hope seems like the summer birds
Too swiftly flown away Yet now I’m standing here My heart’s so full, I can’t explain
Seeking faith and speaking words I never thought I’d say

Estribillo: There can be miracles when you believe Though hope is frail, it’s hard to kill
Who knows what miracles you can achieve? When you believe, somehow you will You will when you believe

They don’t always happen when you ask, ah And it’s easy to give in to your fears (oh)
But when you’re blinded by your pain Can’t see your way clear through the rain
A small but still resilient voice says: Help is very near (oh)

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